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SHANTINIKETAN
The stillness of her shades is stirred by the wood-
land whisper;
Her amlaki groves are aquiver with the rapture
of leaves.
She dwells in us and around us however far we
may wander.
She weaves our hearts in a song making us one in
music,
Tuning our strings of love with her own fingers,
And we ever remember that she is our own, the
darling of our heart.
