With the same pensive office; and make known
Through what perplexing labyrinths, abrupt
Precipitations, and untoward straits,
The earth-born wanderer hath passed; and quickly,
That respite o'er, like traverses and toils
Must he again encounter.[282]—Such a stream
Is human Life; and so the Spirit fares
In the best quiet to her[283] course allowed;
And such is mine,—save only for a hope
That my particular current soon will reach