WHAT mockeries are our most firm resolves; To will is ours, but not to execute. We map our future like some unknown coast, And say, "Here is an harbour, here a rock -- The one we will attain, the other shun:" And we do neither. Some chance gale springs up And bears us far o'er some unfathom'd sea, Our efforts are all vain; at length we yield To winds and waves that laugh at man's control. |