It is hard to tell at the dawn of day
What the sunset shades may bring,
The plans we make may be astray,
And our treasured hopes take wing.
We know not what strange environment
May dwarf our most cherished plan,
Or what obstructions may be sent
To defeat our ends and aim.
Though we scorn the thought that fickle Fate
Has Destiny in her hand,
We all pay tribute at her gate
And bow low at her command.
In spite of all the powers we boast
Of independent action,
An intervening hand may cost
Our progress great detraction.
Few, few there be who lack the power
To shape their own destiny,
If each will improve th’ passing hour
To its full capacity.
(Jared Barhite)
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