An extract from a poem by Wenonah Stevens Abbott Today the journey is ended, I have worked out the mandates of fate; Naked, alone, undefended, I knock at the Uttermost Gate. Behind is life and its longing, Its trial, its trouble, its sorrow; Beyond is the Infinite Morning Of a day without a tomorrow, Lo, the gate swings wide at my knocking, Across endless reaches I see Lost friends with laughter come flocking to give glad welcome to me Farewell, the maze has been threaded, This is the ending of strife; Say not that death should be dreaded-- "Tis but the beginning of life.