The Story Of Swami Rama - Holybook

The Story Of Swami Rama
birds shake off the drops of water from their
plunlage. And ceaseless as he was in his effort for
God and His Love—he would have surely shaken
off these impressions from the West, even had he
not taken to Sanskrit literature in his solitudes.
But nothing could blur the mirror of his
consciousness. When Mrs. Wellman, before her
departure to America went to see him at Beas
Ashram, he came to meet her, rowed in a basket by
a rope across the swift current of the Ganges. He
did so because he did not wish her to take this
quaint perilous form of crossing the river, Mrs.
Wellman on her departure to America told me a
year before Swami‘s death, that Rama would no
more return to the plains from the mountains. As
they parted, he said to her facing the setting sun on
the blue current of the flowing Ganges and as the
sun shone full on his God-incarnadined face,
"Suryananda! (that was the name Swami had given
to Mrs. Wellman) Good-bye! Go! Look! The sun is
setting yonder! This is Rama. Forget not the
Golden Land, carry it within you wherever you
go!" And his tone and gesture indicated to Mrs.
Wellman that he was bidding her the farewell of
death. Mrs. Wellman sighed and said, ―India has
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