THE LAST MILE
You say you are my friend,
If truly so, then come and walk with me along my last long mile./The road is straight and has no turning,
If weary you become, we shall not rest or look back.
For all our tasks are done./We need not carry clothes or food or gold to pay our way./We have said farewell to all those we loved and told them not to weep for us.
For we have had all the pleasures this world holds
And only wish that they will have them too,
And then be satisfied to go.
At last we come to a shining river where a silent boat is tied,
Just help me in, I’ll need no oar as a soft warm wind will move the tiny sail and send me to a distant shore.
Where a friend will grasp my hand with one as old and feeble as my own,…
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