On the Threshold
I’m returning, not departing; My steps are homeward bound, I quit the land of strangers For a home on native ground. I am rising and not setting; This is not night but day, Not in darkness, but in sunshine, Like a star, I fade away. All is well with me for ever; I do not fear to go, My tide is but beginning Its bright eternal flow. I am leaving only shadows For the true and fair and good, I must not, cannot, linger; I would not, though I could. This is not death’s dark portal, ‘Tis life’s golden gate...
