AS they draw to a close,
Of what underlies the precedent songsof my aims in them;
Of the seed I have sought to plant in them;
Of joy, sweet joy, through many a year, in them;
(For themfor them have I livedIn them my work is done;)
Of many an aspiration fondof many a dream and plan,
Of you, O mystery great!to place on record faith in you, O death!
To compact you, ye parted, diverse lives!
To put rapport the mountains, and rocks, and streams,
And the winds of the north, and the forests of oak and pine,
With you, O soul of man.