Roads of Destiny

I go to seek on many roadsWhat is to be.True heart and strong, with love to lightWill they not bear me in the fightTo order, shun or wield or mouldMy Destiny?Unpublished Poems of David Mignot .T HE song was over. The words were Davids; the air, one of the countryside. The company about the inn table applauded heartily, for the young poet paid for the wine. Only the notary, M. Papineau, shook his head a little at the lines, for he was a man of books, and he had not drunk with the rest. David went out into the village street, where the night air drove the wine vapour from his head. And then he remembered that he and Yvonne had quarrelled that day, and that he had resolved to leave his home that night to seek fame and honour in the great world outside.