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Dedication: To my stepfather J. C. Powell

Epigraph: Over the great windy waters and over the clear-created summits, Unto the sea and the sky, and unto the perfecter earth, Come, little bark - to a land wherein gods of the old time wandered, Where every breath even now changes to ether divine. Come, let us go; though withal a voice whisper - "The world that we live in, Whithersoever we turn, still is the same narrow crib; 'Tis but to prove limitation, and measure a cord, that we travel; Let who would scope and be free go to his chamber and think; 'Tis but to change idle fancies for memories wilfully falser; 'Tis but to go and have been." Come, little bark, let us go. A. H. Clough.

Sequel to Where Bonds Are Loosed (1918).