I sing of starry dreams come true, <br /> Of hopes fulfilled; <br />Of rich reward beyond my due, <br /> Of harvest milled. <br />The full fruition of the years <br /> Is mine to hold, <br />And in despite of toil and tears <br /> The sun is gold. <br /> <br />I have no hate for any one <br /> On this good earth; <br />My days of hardihood are done, <br /> And hushed my hearth. <br />No echo of a world afar <br /> Can trouble me; <br />Above a grove the evening star <br /> Serene I see. <br /> <br />No jealousy nor passion base <br /> Can irk me now; <br />Recieved am I unto God's grace <br /> With tranquil brow. <br />Adieu to love I have and hold, <br /> Farewell to friend; <br />In peace and faith my hands I fold <br /> And wait the end.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fulfilment-2/
