GITANJALI

XC

On the day when death will knock at thy door what wilt thou fier to him?

Oh, I will set before my guest the full vessel of my life I will never let him go with empty hands.

All the sweet vintage of all my autumn days and summer nights, all the earnings and gleanings of my busy life will I place before him at the close of my days when death will knock at my door.

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