Fate
Deep
in
the
man
sits
fast
his
fate
To
mould
his
fortunes,
mean
or
great:
Unknown
to
Cromwell
as
to
me
Was
Cromwell's
measure
or
degree;
Unknown
to
him
as
to
his
horse,
If
he
than
his
groom
be
better
or
worse.
He
works,
plots,
fights,
in
rude
affairs,
With
squires,
lords,
kings,
his
craft
compares,
Till
late
he
learned,
through
doubt
and
fear,
Broad
England
harbored
not
his
peer:
Obeying
time,
the
last
to
own
The
Genius
from
its
cloudy
throne.
For
the
prevision
is
allied
Unto
the
thing
so
signified;
Or
say,
the
foresight
that
awaits
Is
the
same
Genius
that
creates.
