End of the Way
AT THE END OF THE WAY.
Wise, O Man, thou only shalt become
When thou winn'st unto the evening coolness
Of the topmost height, the Earth o'erlooking.
Turn thee at the ending of the way,
Rest an hour, O king, and look behind thee!
All is clear there, all is reconciled,
And the realm of youth once more is gleaming,
Strewn as erst with light and morning dew.
When thou winn'st unto the evening coolness
Of the topmost height, the Earth o'erlooking.
Turn thee at the ending of the way,
Rest an hour, O king, and look behind thee!
All is clear there, all is reconciled,
And the realm of youth once more is gleaming,
Strewn as erst with light and morning dew.
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