THE embers of the day are red Beyond the murky hill.
The kitchen smokes: the bed In the darkling house is spread:
The great sky darkens overhead, And the great woods are shrill.
So far have I been led, Lord, by Thy will:
So far I have followed, Lord, and wondered still.
The breeze from the enbalmed land Blows sudden toward the shore, And claps my cottage door.
I hear the signal, Lord - I understand.
The night at Thy command Comes. I will eat and sleep and will not question more.
Vailima.
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