Chapter 21 No.21

Lofty, profound, and stirring thoughts of mine,

Ye long to sever the maternal ties

Of the afflicted soul, and like to proud

And able bowmen, draw at the mark,

Which is the germ of all your high conceits.

In those steep paths where cruel beasts may be,

Let not heaven leave ye!

Remember to return, and summon back

The heart tha