Are ofttimes vanquished and thrown far behind.
Some show that nice sagacity of smell,
And read with such discernment, in the port
And figure of the man, his secret aim,
That oft we owe our safety to a skill
We could not teach, and must despair to learn.
Bryant, in his well-known Lines to a Waterfowl, has a striking thought:
... He who from zone to zone
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must tread alone,