LXXII

I heard the gods reply:

“Trust not the future with its perilous chance;

The fortunate hour is on the dial now.

“To-day be wise and great,

And put off hesitation and go forth

With cheerful courage for the diurnal need.

“Stout be the heart, nor slow

The foot to follow the impetuous will,

Nor the hand slack upon the loom of deeds.

“Then may the Fates look up

And smile a little in their tolerant way,

Being full of infinite regard for men.”