THOUGHTS
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.
Rabindranath Tagore