This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away.

Let the unseen days be. Today is more than enough.

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.

Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By streams that never find the sea; Over snow by winter sown, And through the merry flowers of June, Over grass and over stone, And under mountains of the moon. Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star, Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar. Eyes that fire and sword have seen And horror in the halls of stone Look at last on meadows green And trees and hills they long have known

After all, I believe that legends and myths are largely made of 'truth'.

People remember Longfellow wrote Hiawatha, quite forget he was a Professor of Modern Languages!

The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet it is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: Small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.