Pass on, pass on!—for this is the path of wisdom:
God make thee prosper on the way; I leave thee well with Solitude.
RECAPITULATION.
Every beginning is shrouded in a mist, those vague ideas beyond,
And the traveller setteth on his journey, oppressed with many thoughts,
Balancing his hopes and fears, and looking for some order in the chaos,
Some secret path between the cliffs, that seem to bar his way: