There was a man who told me that to draw A circle in the'dust and call it I—Myself the arctiitect, myself the law—Mado me no freer underneath the He named mie prophets and he named me kings:
"They are; they were; they cease:
to be," he said.
"Wisdom is in the acceptance of all things, For even who seo the farthest must be Jed."
"We know not where we go, nor whence we came.
Be docile,' rest—the fluttering bird is bruised, Else fall in flight." But wrapping me like flame I felt. my flesh, imperative, unused! And then, aq in a flesh, I understood That he vas old, and found submiss.
sion good Leslie Nelson Jennings.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.