I thought that my voyage had come to its end at
the last limit of my power — that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted and the time come
to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies
break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.