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The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Master-Knot of Human Fate, by Ellis Meredith
Title: The Master-Knot of Human Fate
Author: Ellis Meredith
Release Date: February 17, 2007 [eBook #20615]
Language: English
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The Master-Knot of Human Fate
I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,
And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road;
But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
Omar Khayyám
Little, Brown, and Company
1901
By Little, Brown, and Company.
All rights reserved.
UNIVERSITY PRESS JOHN WILSON
AND SON CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A.
I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,
And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road;
But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits—and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Omar Khayyám
Table of Contents
- Chapter I1
- Chapter II29
- Chapter III43
- Chapter IV59
- Chapter V77
- Chapter VI89
- Chapter VII101
- Chapter VIII117
- Chapter IX127
- Chapter X143
- Chapter XI151
- Chapter XII159
- Chapter XIII171
- Chapter XIV185
- Chapter XV199
- Chapter XVI209
- Chapter XVII225
- Chapter XVIII239
- Chapter XIX255
- Chapter XX269
- Chapter XXI283
- Chapter XXII297
I
The Earth is racked and faint—
Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed;
And we, who from the Earth were made.
Thrill with our Mother's pain.
Kipling.
Along one of the most precipitous of the many Rocky Mountain trails a man and a woman climbed slowly one spring morning. The air was cold, and farther up the mountains little patches of snow lay here and there in the hollows. Two or three miles below them nestled one of the most famous pleasure resorts of the entire region. Three or four times as distant lay the nearest town of any importance. Over the plain and through the clear atmosphere it looked like a bird's-eye-view map rather than an actual town. Far away to the left, gorgeous in coloring