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Rh Old age, flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom
 * of death.

Allons! To that which is endless, as it was beginning-less, To undergo much, tramps of days, rests of nights, To merge all in the travel they tend to, and the days
 * and nights they tend to,

Again to merge them in the start of superior journeys; To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it
 * and pass it,

To conceive no time, however distant, but what you
 * may reach it and pass it,

To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits
 * for you—however long, but it stretches and waits
 * for you;

To see no being, not God's or any, but you also go
 * thither,

To see no possession but you may possess it—enjoying
 * all without labor or purchase—abstracting
 * the feast, yet not abstracting one particle of it;

To take the best of the farmer's farm and the rich
 * man's elegant villa, and the chaste blessings of
 * the well-married couple, and the fruits of orchards
 * and flowers of gardens,

To take to your use out of the compact cities as you
 * pass through,

To carry buildings and streets with you afterward
 * wherever you go,

To gather the minds of men out of their brains as you
 * encounter them—to gather the love out of their
 * hearts,