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Amritsar, Punjab

O'ver hill and dale and mountain range, In temple, church, and mosque, In Vedas, Bible, Al Koran I had searched for Thee in vain. Like a child in the wildest forest lost I have cried and cried alone, "Where art Thou gone, my God, my love? The echo answered, "gone." And days and nights and years then passed A fire was in the brain, I knew not when day changed in night The heart seemed rent in twain. I laid me down on Ganges's shore, Exposed to sun and rain; With burning tears I laid the dust And wailed with waters' roar. I called on all the holy names Of every clime and creed. "Show me the way, in mercy, ye Great ones who have reached the goal." Years then passed i