Day 77 of Year 2 (Actually Day 78)
Gitanjali 37
By Rabindranath Tagore
I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power--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 me. And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and when the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.
From Gitanjali https://www.amazon.com/Gitanjali-Collection-Laureate-Rabindranath-published/dp/B00E329VWO/ref=as_li_ss_tl?crid=3CZMIOSLAXSGO&keywords=gitanjali+by+rabindranath+tagore&qid=1569731906&sprefix=Gitanjali,aps,206&sr=8-9&linkCode=sl1&tag=artofthespi-20&linkId=792da1d92aa91214ced575ea7d2e3c19&language=en_US