November 18, 2007


FATE -- BY - Susan Marr Spalding [1841-1908]

Two shall be born, the whole wide world apart,
And speak in different tongues and have no thought
Each of the other's being, and no heed.
And these, o'er unknown seas,

to unknown lands Shall cross,
escaping wreck, defying death;
And all unconsciously shape every act

And bend each wandering step to this one end -
That, one day, out of darkness they shall meet

And read life's meaning in each other's eyes.

And two shall walk some narrow way of life
So nearly side by side that, should one turn
Ever so little space to left or right,
They needs must stand acknowledged,

face to face.
And, yet, with wistful eyes that never meet
And groping hands that never clasp and lips

Calling in vain to ears that never hear,
They seek each other all their weary days

And die unsatisfied -

and this is Fate!

(August 23, 1849 – July 11, 1903 )

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of Circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of Chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

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