Excerpt from Footfalls of Indian History The Footfalls We hear them, O Mother! Thy footfalls, Soft, soft, through the ages Touching earth here and there, And the lotuses left on Thy footprints Are cities historic, Ancient scriptures and poems and temples, Noble strivings, stern struggles for Right. Where lead they, O Mother! Thy footfalls? O grant us to drink of their meaning! Grant us the vision that blindeth The thought that for man is too high. Where lead they, O Mother! Thy footfalls? Approach Thou, O Mother, Deliverer! Thy children. Thy nurslings are we! On our hearts be the place for Thy stepping, Thine own, Bhumia Devi, are we. Where lead they, O Mother! Thy footfalls? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.