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One night, when half my life behind me lay, I wandered from the straight lost path afar. Through the great dark was no releasing way; Above that dark was no relieving star. If yet that terrored night I think or say, As death's cold hands its fears resuming are. Gladly the dreads I felt, too dire to tell, The hopeless, pathless, lightless hours forgot, I turn my tale to that which next befell, When the dawn opened, and the night was not. The hollowed blackness of that waste, God wot, Shrank, thinned, and ceased. A blinding splendour hot Flushed the great height toward which my footsteps fell, And though it kindled from the nether hell, Or from the Star that all men leads, alike It showed me where the great dawn-glories strike The wide east, and the utmost peaks of snow. How first I entered on that path astray, Beset with sleep, I know not. This I know. When gained my feet the upward, lighted way, I backward gazed, as one the drowning sea, The deep strong tides, has baffled, and panting lies, On the shelved shore, and turns his eyes to see The league-wide wastes that held him. So mine eyes Surveyed that fear, the while my wearied frame Rested, and ever my heart's tossed lake became More quiet. Then from that pass released, which yet With living feet had no man left, I set My forward steps aslant the steep, that so, My right foot still the lower, I climbed. Below No more I gazed. Around, a slope of sand Was sterile of all growth on either hand, Or moving life, a spotted pard except, That yawning rose, and stretched, and purred and leapt So closely round my feet, that scarce I kept The course I would. That sleek and lovely thing, The broadening light, the breath of morn and spring, The sun, that with his stars in Aries lay, As when Divine Love on Creation's day First gave these fair things motion, all at one Made lightsome hope; but lightsome hope was none When down the slope there came with lifted head And back-blown mane and caverned mouth and red, A lion, roaring, all the air ashake That heard his hunger. Upward flight to take No heart was mine, for where the further way Mine anxious eyes explored, a she-wolf lay, That licked lean flanks, and waited. Such was she In aspect ruthless that I quaked to see, And where she lay among her bones had brought So many to grief before, that all my thought Aghast turned backward to the sunless night I left. But while I plunged in headlong flight To that most feared before, a shade, or man (Either he seemed), obstructing where I ran, Called to me with a voice that few should know, Faint from forgetful silence, "Where ye go, Take heed. Why turn ye from the upward way?" I cried, "Or come ye from warm earth, or they The grave hath taken, in my mortal need Have mercy thou!" He answered, "Shade am I, That once was man; beneath the Lombard sky, In the late years of Julius born, and bred In Mantua, till my youthful steps were led To Rome, where yet the false gods lied to man; And when the great Augustan age began, I wrote the tale of Ilium burnt, and how Anchises' son forth-pushed a venturous prow, Seeking unknown seas. But in what mood art thou To thus return to all the ills ye fled, The while the mountain of thy hope ahead Lifts into light, the source and cause of all Delectable things that may to man befall?" I answered, "Art thou then that Virgil, he From whom all grace of measured speech in me Derived? O glorious and far-guiding star! Now may the love-led studious hours and long In which I learnt how rich thy wonders are, Master and Author mine of Light and Song, Befriend me now, who knew thy voice, that few Yet hearken. All the name my work hath won Is thine of right, from whom I learned. To thee, Abashed, I grant it. . . Why the mounting sun No more I seek, ye scarce should ask, who see The beast that turned me, nor faint hope have I To force that passage if thine aid deny." He answered, "Would ye leave this wild and live, Strange road is ours, for where the she-wolf lies Shall no man pass, except the path he tries Her craft entangle. No way fugitive Avoids the seeking of her greeds, that give Insatiate hunger, and such vice perverse As makes her leaner while she feeds, and worse Her craving. And the beasts with which she breed The noisome numerous beasts her lusts require, Bare all the desirable lands in which she feeds; Nor shall lewd feasts and lewder matings tire Until she woos, in evil hour for her, The wolfhound that shall rend her. His desire Is not for rapine, as the promptings stir Of her base heart; but wisdoms, and devoirs Of manhood, and love's rule, his thoughts prefer. The Italian lowlands he shall reach and save, For which Camilla of old, the virgin brave, Turnus and Nisus died in strife. His chase He shall not cease, nor any cowering-place Her fear shall find her, till he drive her back, From city tShameful Secret: Fear of Batteries.
Here's a secret: I am utterly terrified of jump-starting cars with dead batteries. I am sure I will fry myself to death on the batteries, or blow the cars up, or something. I know. Dumb, right? My second job is dealing with our car Co-op's fleet. I consider myself a confident, competent person. And mostly I am. I can change light bulbs, tires, oil, filters, wiper blades, and hubcaps. I can measure tire tread, even. But I can't jump-start batteries. The boss called and told me the one on the left had a dead battery. "But it's okay. There's a car there you can use to jump it with." "Ahahaha, no problem, then!" I hung up, determined to face my fear. I got the cables out, read the instructions three times, told myself I was a strong, independent woman who didn't have to be afraid of batteries, popped the hoods, and wished out loud that my dad was there. Then I looked up. Standing at the front of the parkade was someone's dad: He had to be. No one but a dad wears those knee-length khaki shorts or tube socks with orthopedic shoes. No one but a dad wears a big stiffened-canvas hat. The guy was wearing the Dad uniform! I went over and asked for help. "I don't live here," he said. "That's okay. I don't need geographical help, I need jumper cable help." He laughed and came over to help me. We had the cables hooked up in a minute, and my dead car was running! So, from the child who needed a dad for a minute, thank you, dad-guy from Medicine Hat, Alberta. I have been hoping all day that your son was chosen to be in the Olympics for speed skating today (why you were in town), because I could see how proud you are of him.
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