THE TYRANNY OF FATE
THE
TYRANNY OF FATE
Thou
art bad oh times
Thou
art wicked oh choice
If
friends vilify, men art vile
Oh
sun! Oh moon! Oh day! Oh earth!
Thou
star! Thou sky! Air!
Art
thou not enemies?
How
come men haveth it not
How
helpless they art without it
When
cometh the time when men will have it
When
they art done without it?
Oh!
So much they long for it
But
their doom it is and will…
So
dearly they pay for it
Though
it smileth with gloom
A
little wonder to ponder
What
consolation they gaze yonder
Always
at Xeroxes of these times
Up
there, for what do men yearn?
Hey!
Dwelleth thou thither?
Maybe
thou art the sought
On
days of uncertainty when eyes point up
Fortune!
Destiny! Oh fate!
Good
morning great star!
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