COME, BE MEN! Come out of your narrow holes and have a look abroad. See how nations are on their march. Do you love man? Do you love your country? Then come, let us struggle for higher and better things. Look not back-no, not even when you see the dearest and nearest cry-look not back, but forward march.
Say in pride, I am an Indian; every Indian is my brother. The ignorant Indian, the poor Indian, the Brahmin Indian, the Pariah Indian is my brother. Be clad in torn rags, and say in pride atthe top of your voice, the Indians are my brothers, the Indians are my life, India's God and Goddess are my God. India's society is the cradle of my childhood, the pleasure garden of my youth, the sacred seclusion of my old age. India's soil is my highest heaven. India's good is my good. And pray day and night-THOU LORD, THOU MOTHER OF THE UNIVERSE, VOUCHSAFE MANLINESS UNTO ME, THOU MOTHER OF STRENGTH, TAKE AWAY MY UNMANLI- NESS, AND MAKE ME MAN.-Swami Vivekananda.
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