Behold the deed is done. Here endeth all br That bound my grief to its ancestral ways. br I have passed out, as from a funeral, br From my dead home, and in the great world's gaze br Henceforth I stand, a pilgrim of new days, br On the high road of life. Where I was thrall, br See, I am master, being passionless; br And, having nothing now, am lord of all. br How glorious is the world! Its infinite grace br Surprises me--and not as erst with fear, br But as one meets a woman face to face, br Loved once and unforgotten and still dear br In certain moods and seasons. So to me br The fair world smiles to--day, yet leaves me free.