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 What is the lure In this thraldom or that strife? Behold the Pilgrim-Band! In the Procession are some who stood apart Shunning the crowds' applause,— And Soldiers of Freedom, Proclaimers of the Faith. In India the Ancient, India the Free.

And singers of the Secret Of Holy Hindusthan,— And silent worshippers Of Her sacred Name,— And servants of the Truth that slays,— Sing at this hour As the storm is blowing:— “India the First-born, soon shall be Free,”

In their hearts is a memory and music Of the Day when she nourished the Nations; Their song is swift with the message of the Sindhu: “To live is to cast away fear and be Free,” Comrades! our comfort-houses are prisons; 'Tis time to go forward; else we go down; Comrades! let's have courage and find the Charter of Freedom In the Defeat of the day.