his just perception of a unique occasion and his fine tribute to a unique personality.
The strange trial proceeded and as I listened to the immortal words that flowed with prophetic fervour from the lips of my beloved master, my thoughts sped across the centuries to a different land and a different age when a similar drama was enacted and another divine and gentle teacher was crucified, for spreading a kindred gospel with a kindred courage. I realised anew that the lowly Jesus of Nazareth cradled in a manner furnished the only true parallel in history to this sweet invincible apostle of Indian liberty who has loved humanity with surpassing compassion and to use his own beautiful phrase, “approached the poor with the mind of the poor”.
The most epic event of modern times ended quickly.
The pent up emotion of the people burst in a storm of sorrow as a long , slow procession moved towards him in a mournful pilgrimage of farewell, clinging to the hands that had toiled so incessantly, bowing over the feet that had overruled so continuously in the service of his country.
