Today the journey is ended, I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, alone, undefended, I knock at the Uttermost Gate.
Behind is life and its longing, Its trial, its trouble, its sorrow;
Beyond is the infinite morning of a day without a tomorrow.
Go back to dust and decay, Body grown weary and old;
You are worthless to me from today- No longer my soul can you hold.
I lay you down gladly forever For a life that is better than this;
I go where parting’s never sever You into oblivion’s abyss.
Lo, the gate swings wide at my knocking, Across endless reaches I see
Lost friends with laughter come flocking To give a glad welcome to me.
Farewell, the maze has been threaded, This is the ending of strife;
Say not the death should be dreaded- ‘Tis but the beginning of life
—- Wenonah Stevens Abbott