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FATE by Ralph Waldo Emerson Read for Librivox dot org by Alan Davis Drake 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, then his groom, be better or worse.
He works, plots, fights in rude affairs, With squire's lord's king's 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 his cloudy throne. For the provision is allied unto the thing so signified. Or say, the foresight that awaits, Is the same genius that creates.
