Fate.
O Thou, who knowest whence we came, and can
Endow a moment with the mood of Man,
When my wan moment like a dream is gone,
Destroy or take me then where I began.
If it be in that moment I have err'd
A thousand times, remember I'm a word
Which Thou hast spoken, and its echoes have
All from Thine own intensity occurr'd.
I am no other than what Thou hast made,
Apprenticed to Thy purpose, like a trade,
I know not why; and if I care or no,
'Tis to Thy purpose, too, how I am paid.
poem by Robert Crawford
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