Final Voyage (Departure...)

Go gently now

Into the west.

Your work is done

You can find rest

Safe in the knowledge 

That you've done your best.

The sun sinks low

In the darkening sky;

The birds fill the air

With their evening cries

And land and sea 

Heave telling sighs.

Fear not the shades 

Of the gathering dusk,

Or wind that howls 

With every gust,
Or the creaking ship  

That on the waves bucks:

Your pathway is clear

And your guide you can trust.

Go, then, in peace

Your time has come.

Your race is over

And you have won.

You needn't fret 

Over what's left undone.

Pass on your torch 
To those who yet run

And who must still toil 
under the sun.