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(1803 - 1882 / Boston / United States)

Fate

Poem By 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 harbored 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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a very fine poem tony
For the prevision is allied Unto the thing so signified; Or say, the foresight that awaits Is the same Genius that creates.
' Deep in the man sits fast his fate'...........True!
Prabhata naik
A wonderful piece of writing. Liked it immensely.


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