
At times I almost dream, I too have spent a life the sage's way, and tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance an age ago; and in that act of prayer for one more chance went up so earnest, so... instinct with better light let in by death, that life was blotted out — not so completely, but scattered wrecks enough of it remain, dim memories, as now, when once more seems... The goal in sight again...