Gitanjali-37
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.