I thought that my voyage had come to its end

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 words die out on the tongue,

new melodies break forth from the heart; 

and where the old tracks are lost,

new ways are revealed with their wonders.

—Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali 37