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 had come to take shelter in a silent obscurity .
But I find that thy will knows no end in me , and when old memories 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 .
Gitanjali -- xxxvii
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