The Light Has Gone Out Of Our

India Has Known The Innocence And Insouciance Of Childhood, The Passion And Abandon Of Youth, And The Ripe Wisdom Of Maturity That Comes From Long Experience Of Pain And Pleasure; And Over And Over A Gain She Has Renewed Her Childhood And Youth And Age

What The Mysterious Is I Do Not Know. I Do Not Call It God Because God Has Come To Mean Much That I Do Not Believe In. I Find Myself Incapable Of Thinking Of A Deity Or Of Any Unknown Supreme Power In Anthropomorphic Terms, And The Fact That Many People Think So Is Continually A Source Of Surprise To Me. Any Idea Of A Personal God Seems Very Odd To Me.

It Is Fitting That At This Solemn Moment We Take The Pledge Of Dedication To The Service Of India And Her People And To The Still Larger Cause Of Human Ity.

I Have Long Believed That The Only Way Peace Can Be Achieved Is Through World Government.

The Ganga, Especially, Is The River Of India, Beloved Of Her People, Round Which Are Intertwined Her Memories, Her Hopes And Fears, Her Songs Of Triumph, Her Victories And Her Defeats. She Has Been A Symbol Of India's Age-long Culture And Civilization, Ever Changing, Ever Flowing, And Yet Ever The Same Ganga.