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 time. And when old words die out
on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and
where old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its
wonders.
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