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