Fog hanging over a dark forest—
Twilight dreams...
What goodness desires, even that is done,
For it performs the thing that is appointed for us:
And many such things are with us---
There is a path which no fowl knows,
And which the vulture's eye hath not seen:
The lion's whelps have not trodden it,
And the fierce lion passed by,--
Goodness puts forth its hand upon the rock;
And overturns the mountain by the roots.
Goodness carves out a river among the rocks;
And sees every precious thing.
It binds the floods from overflowing;
The thing that is hidden brings it forth to light.