THE PALACE OF REPOSE.
Helpless we start before the break of day,
And grope along an unknown path our way,
Or follow leaders blind, and many fall;
But on we press, heedless and joyous all,
As happy fledglings fluttering in the brake,
That nothing reck of prowling fox or snake.
When over us at last the daylight dawns,
We bear the marks of many cruel thorns;
But brightly on the far horizon gleams