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THE CENTURY OF LIFE
FIXED FATE
Dive if thou wilt into the huge deep sea,
The inaccessible far mountains climb, Vanquish thy foes in battle fierily,
All arts and every science, prose and rhyme, Tillage and trade in one mind bring to dwell,—
Yea, rise to highest effort, ways invent And like a bird the skies immeasurable
Voyage; all this thou mayst, but not compel What was not to be, nor what was prevent.
FLOWERS FROM A HIDDEN ROOT
With store of noble deeds who here arrives,
Finds on this earth his well-earned Paradise. The lonely forest grows his kingly town
Of splendour, every man has friendly eyes Seeing him, or the wide earth for his crown
Is mined with gems and with rich plenty thrives.
This high fate is his meed of former lives.
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