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Fear no more the heat of the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Though thy worldy task hast done,
Home art gone and ta'en thy wages.-- Cymbeline, Act 4, Scene 2
I have a deep and meaningful farewell coming up in the next year or so. Not only is it a dripping melodramatic eulogy, it's very very appropriate in so many ways.
This is just so perfect that it's making my skin tingle.

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It gives me a very similar feeling as "The Steward of Gondor", Pippin's little dirge in "The Return of the King" that goes:
Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow, cloud and shade
All shall fade. All shall fade.
It is a beautiful farewell verse. I must remember it.