PART I

ASPIRATION

(1820-1854)

I go to prove my soul! I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive--what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet, or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time. BROWNING: _Paracelsus_.