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When I think of this end of my moments, the barrier of the

moments breaks and I see by the light of death thy world with its

careless treasures. Rare is its lowliest seat, rare is its

meanest of lives.

Things that I longed for in vain and things that I got-let them

pass. Let me but truly possess the things that I ever spurned and

overlooked.

93.

I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers! I bow to you

all and take my departure.

Here I give back the keys of my door-and I give up all claims to

my house. I only ask for last kind words from you.

We were neighbours for long, but I received more than I could

give. Now the day has dawned and the lamp that lit my dark corner

is out. A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.

94.

At this time of my parting, wish me good luck, my friends! The

sky is flushed with the dawn and my path lies beautiful.

Ask not what I have with me to take there. I start on my journey

with empty hands and expectant heart.