Toiling through the foliage* That before my age has been Seeking paths that are mine And are yet hid in me   I have come through a journey Riding skill’s back Forging* self under labour’s anvil Bearing the marks of search   Did race once, a prized stallion* Trudged* alongside mediocrity’s crew And having seen cup and content Now halted in decision’s valley   He that gave me birth Said I would stress less If discovery weaves a path That […]