Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on Fate
1807–1882 United States
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Thy fate is the common fate of all;
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
Ballads and Other Poems (1842)
No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,
But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.
Ballads and Other Poems (1842)
A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round,
If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground.
Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings
Of that mysterious instrument, the soul,
And play the prelude of our fate.
All are architects of Fate,
Working in these walls of Time;
Some with massive deeds and great,
Some with ornaments of rhyme.
And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night.
Tales of a Wayside Inn (1863)