Thou, Whose wisdom still doth light the world...
To Thee, dare Lord, I bring these flowers sweet;
White Sal, and Na, and Lotus dew-impearl'd;
And with their beauty deck Thy Lotus-feet.
As in the silence 'neath Thy tender gaze
kneel, Sweet Master, .......by Thy feet awile
Tranquil, and calm, and passionless –Thy face
Lights all Life's gloom with that compassionate smile.
world without, is full of Lust, and strife
And greed, and hate: grim death, and slow decay.
Yet these –that mar the joyousness of life-
Cast not their shadows on Thy austere way.
Here'neath Thy gaze these darkening shadows cease...
Here, at Thy feet there is infinite peace.
This is the Bronze Statue at the small garden of
the Vihara, made by artist Mr.Wijesekera from Sri Lanka.