I found this gem, while confronting myself on couple of topics.
Don’t read it like a prayer, nor like a morning chant; Read it like a war cry, or read it if you are ever confronted by fear or the lack of free thoughts confront your self.
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country awake.
– from Gitanjali, Offering of Songs, published in English in
1910, written by Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore.