I rode the road,
Until the very end.
But not of the pavement,
No—’til my heart had found mend.
For the end of the journey,
Is not where it stops good.
The end is found once,
You’ve learned all that you could.
So keep on, tired feet!
Renew your strength, wasted soul!
You’re so near the tower of refuge,
You’re so near that which will make you whole.