We think, or may well think, of Rabindra Nath Tagore:—

‘I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers. I bow to you all and

take my departure.

‘Here I give back the keys of my door—and I give up all claims to my

house. I only ask for last kind words from you.

‘We were neighbours for long, but I received more than I could give. Now

the day has dawned and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out. A

summons has come and I am ready for my journey.’

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