As They Draw To A Close, Of What Underlies The Precedent Songs Of My Aims In Them; Of The Seed I Have Sought To Plant In Them; Of Joy, Sweet Joy, Through Many A Year, In Them; (For Them For Them Have I Lived In Them My Work Is Done;) Of Many An Aspiration Fond Of Many A Dream And Plan, Of You, O Mystery Great! To Place On Record Faith In You, O Death! To Compact You, Ye Parted, Diverse Lives! To Put Rapport The Mountains, And Rocks, And Streams, And The Winds Of The North, And The Forests Of Oak And Pine, With You, O Soul Of Man.