Paracelsus At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sagesโ way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance Ages ago; and in that act a prayer For one more chance went up so earnest, so Instinct with better light let in by death, That life was blotted out โ not so completely But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems The goal in sight again.
Robert Browning