The events that shape the appearance of our lives, ... They are born from the spirit's sun of hidden powers Digging a tunnel through emergency. But who shall pierce into the cryptic gulf And learn what deep necessity of the soul Determined casual deed and consequence? ... Our range is fixed within the crowded arc Of what we observe and touch and thought can guess And rarely dawns the light of the Unknown Waking in us the prophet and the seer. ... Man, still a child in Nature's mighty hands, In the succession of the moments lives... A struggling ignorance is his wisdom's mate... He is ignorant of the meaning of his life, He is ignorant of his high and splendid fate.