„Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home—
Lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet: I do not ask to see
The distant scene,—one step enough for me.“

The Pillar of the Cloud http://www.bartleby.com/236/75.html, st. 1 (1833).

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„But do not ask me where I am going,
As I travel in this limitless world,
Where every step I take is my home.“

—  Dogen Japanese Zen buddhist teacher 1200 - 1253

As translated in The Zen Poetry of Dōgen : Verses from the Mountain of Eternal Peace (1997) by Steven Heine, p. 61

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„Do right! and thou hast naught to fear;
Right hath a power that makes thee strong.
The night is dark, but light is near;
The grief is short, the joy is long.“

—  Thomas Cogswell Upham American philosopher and psychologist 1799 - 1872

Reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 201.

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„Good bye, proud world! I'm going home;
Thou art not my friend; I am not thine.“

—  Ralph Waldo Emerson American philosopher, essayist, and poet 1803 - 1882

Good Bye
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Variante: Good bye, proud world! I'm going home;
Thou art not my friend; I am not thine.

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„Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the night
In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade.“

—  Matthew Arnold, Thyrsis

St. 14
Thyrsis (1866)
Contexto: Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the night
In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade.
I see her veil draw soft across the day,
I feel her slowly chilling breath invade
The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey;
I feel her finger light
Laid pausefully upon life’s headlong train; —
The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew,
The heart less bounding at emotion new,
And hope, once crush’d, less quick to spring again.

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