You'll see that, since our fate is ruled by chance,Each man, unknowing, great,Should frame life so that at some future hourFact and his dreamings meet.
And the dream that our mind had sketched in hasteShall others continue, but never complete.For none upon earth can achieve his scheme;The best as the worst are futile here:We wake at the self-same point of the dream,—All is here begun, and finished elsewhere.