I look back gently on the time
When I had every answer.
From there I've made a steady climb,
Light-footed as a dancer,
On mountain paths toward starry heights
Where certainties are few.
The perils of these lonely flights
Will yield up what is true.
(cf. The Joyful Learning, ยง324)
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