Something Compels Me, Somewhere. Yet I See No Clear Command In Life'S Long Mystery. Oft Have I Flung Myself Beside My Horse, To Drink The Water From The Roadside Mire, And Felt The Liquid Through My Being Course, Stilling The Anguish Of My Thirst'S Desire. A Simple Want; So Easily Allayed; After The Burning March; Water And Shade. Also I Lay Against The Loved One'S Heart Finding Fulfilment In That Resting-Place, Feeling My Longing, Quenched, Was But A Part Of Nature'S Ceaseless Striving For The Race. But Now, I Know Not What They Would With Me; Matter Or Force Or God, If Gods There Be. I Wait; I Question; Nature Heeds Me Not. She Does But Urge In Answer To My Prayer, "Arise And Do!" Alas, She Adds Not What; "Arise And Go!" Alas, She Says Not Where!