"To My Friends of India"

"Asia and Europe form parts of the same vessel, of which the prow is Europe and the watch-chamber India, the Empress of Thought, with eyes innumerable. Glory to thee, mine eyes! Thou art mine and my soul is thine. We are but one and the same being."

The past

As clear as polished glass Appears,

While dark as lacquer

Seem the coming years;

Yet, mirrored in the past,

The eye may see

The faces of the centuries to be.

—From the Chinese.