Farewell Song

Der Schluß von "Astral Projection" (1938) von Hugh G. Callaway (Pseudonym: Oliver Fox) Kitsch? Tja, geht aber nicht ohne.

My tale is told. Azelda shall speak the final words; for I can think of no more fitting end than this quotation from her Golden Book:

"THE FAREWELL SONG FOR THE SOUL

"When the last notes of the Summer Symphony steal through the garden, I shall prepare for a journey. I shall close the Book of Hours and set my seal thereupon with unfaltering band.
"Never again from this window shall I see the chaste eastern maiden coming, rosy from slumber, or the argosy flying the Golden Fleece, sailing into the West.
"But I shall never forget them; they are embalmed in the storehouse of the Memory; their gifts are preserved in the shrine of the Spirit.
"I shall need no gold for the journey; only the treasures of Love, the first-fruits of Sacrifice. Having not these, I must depart empty-handed.
"No creed writ on paper shall serve as a passport; only the Laws of Devotion--Right Thinking, Right Doing -- engraven by the sculptor of Live on the scroll of the Heart.
"I shall take leave of those who have loved me. Their trembling words of farewell I shall cherish for ever. With my hand on the latch, smilingly shall I look back at them and give them my blessing.
"The land to which I travel is not distant. Though I move to a new house, we shall still be as neighbours. The hedge which divideth is not an impenetrable thicket; it shall be pierced by the arrows of Love sped by a reverent desire.
"They shall hear my voice comforting them in the night of their sorrow. My hand shall clasp theirs on the helm when they steer over seas that are perilous.
"Then, when the Gong of Night striketh the amen to the Discourse of Time, I shall fling wide the door and go forth into the Dawn, singing.
"How shuttered and silent the house after my going! None shall see me or hear me depart, save those having vision.
"Upon sandals winged as Thought shall I travel the roadway. I shall lift mine eyes unto the hills crested with glory. There, at the end of the journey, someone lovelier than the rose, tenderer than a mother, more understanding than the wise, will be waiting for me.
"My greeting , only these words: ´Is it thou, Love?´ In answer, only these: ´Come! It is I!´
"Then in silence, after the seeking, the tilling, the sowing, after the watching, the sorrowing, the hoping, into the fields of Harvest shall we go hand in hand."