Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?
Robert BrowningI see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
Robert Browning