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1803–1882

FATE.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Deep in the man sits fast his fate To mould his fortunes mean or great: Unknown to Cromwell as to me Was Cromwell's measure or degree;

Unknown to him, as to his horse, If he than his groom be better or worse. He works, plots, fights, in rude affairs, With squires, lords, kings, his craft compares,

Till late he learned, through doubt and fear, Broad England harboured not his peer: Obeying Time, the last to own The Genius from its cloudy throne.

For the prevision is allied Unto the thing so signified; Or say, the foresight that awaits Is the same Genius that creates.

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