Quote by Sarojini Naidu, The Coromandel F
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free,To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea!No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track of the sea gull's call,The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother, the waves are our comrades all.What though we toss at the fall of the sun where the hand of the sea-god drives?He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide in his breast our lives.Sweet is the shade of the cocoanut glade, and the scent of the mango grove,And sweet are the sands at the full o' the moon with the sound of the voices we love;But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the spray and the dance of the wild foam's glee;Row, brothers, row to the edge of the verge, where the low sky mates with the sea.
This quote celebrates the freedom and exhilaration of being at sea. It encourages the reader to rise up and embrace the morning light, and enjoy the tranquility of dawn. It urges fishermen to set sail and take advantage of the abundant resources the ocean offers, declaring their dominance as kings of the sea. The quote emphasizes the deep connection between the sea and those who work on it, viewing the sea and the clouds as family while being companions with the waves. Despite the challenges and dangers that come with being at sea, the quote asserts that the sea will protect and shelter those who venture out, and the joy experienced on the water surpasses any other earthly pleasures.
But the deep background that lies behind and beyond what we call humor is revealed only to the few who, by instinct or by effort, have given thought to it. The world's humor, in its best and greatest sense, is perhaps the highest product of our civilization. Its basis lies in the deeper contrasts offered by life itself: the strange incongruity between our aspiration and our achievement, the eager and fretful anxieties of today that fade into nothingness tomorrow, the burning pain and the sharp sorrow that are softened in the gentle retrospect of time, till as we look back upon the course that has been traversed, we pass in view the panorama of our lives, as people in old age may recall, with mingled tears and smiles, the angry quarrels of their childhood. And here, in its larger aspect, humor is blended with pathos till the two are one, and represent, as they have in every age, the mingled heritage of tears and laughter that is our lot on earth.
In the school of political projectors, I was but ill entertained, the professors appearing, in my judgment, wholly out of their senses; which is a scene that never fails to make me melancholy. These unhappy people were proposing schemes for persuading monarchs to choose favorites upon the score of their wisdom, capacity, and virtue; of teaching ministers to consult the public good; of rewarding merit, great abilities, and eminent services, of instructing princes to know their true interest, by placing it on the same foundation with that of their people; of choosing for employment persons qualified to exercise them; with many other wild impossible chimeras, that never entered before into the heart of man to conceive; and confirmed in me the old observation, that there is nothing so extravagant and irrational which some philosophers have not maintained for truth.