When at last the music calls,
My heart ceases,
My body falls,
I shall then have but one last cry:
Was it victory?
For in my hunt to gain the Truth
Attain my Self,
Reveal past Youth and Age
The face that should have been,
Did I myself destroy?
Or will I find that
At last t'was done
And all was well;
That tale thus spun
Told what was, and not
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