Chapter_313

7 0 00

But the prize for which each man hath striven, and won, is the soul-alluring

Desire of his heart for the hour that is present⁠—yet what the tide

Of time in a year shall bring, none knoweth. Ah, but enduring

Shall be Thorax’ friendship, I trust! On this car of the Muses I ride

By the help he hath rendered, a friend to a friend, and a guide to a guide.