Conquest of America by Vivekananda Swami
(published in The Indian Mirror 1897)
The Swami sailed to Western shore,
Not as Cortes did before,
To conquer with the fire and sword
A dark unillumin’d horde,
H is weapons were of other mould
His aim not earthly power or gold ;
Bravely he steered athwart the main, .
With none to follow in his train ;
With not a single shell in hand,
To raise his loved mother-land,
In the eyes of people far away,
Of master-minds as bright as day,
He told them in langnage clear,
They need not shed a drop of tear
For fallen Ind, who still doth own
A precious stone, to them unknown.
The Hindu is by culture mild,
Forbearing, generous, and kind;
The Hindu does not take delight
In hawking, hunting or in fight;
For birds and beasts as well as men
He always has a tender vein :
Feels in fact a brotherly love
For insects, worms and all above.
Though strongly wedded to his own,
He does not in his heart disown
The merits of another’s creed
The piety of a pious deed,
Be it done by a Hindu true
An Arab wild or wand’ring Jew.
How quick did Swami gain his end,
And the ways of ‘mericans mend !
When Caesar went to conquer Gaul
He went and saw and conquer’d all.