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  A poem by Rabindranath Tagore

 
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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