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FATE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON

First Line: THE MIST-STRANGE MOUNTAINS AT THE HORIZON LINE
Last Line: THE OMENED PINIONS OF THE WING OF FATE!
Subject(s): FATE; DESTINY;

The mist-strange mountains at the horizon line,
And the white combers breaking on the beach;
The sense of calm and infinite great reach
Of sea and sky; the lure of a divine
Something beyond, whereof God gives a sign
To seeking souls, and seems to pledge to each
A benison not caught in any speech
Such as is limned by words of thine and mine.

A peace of heaven encompasses and calls;
The southward-speeding sun with cloudless smile
Comforts a heart but now disconsolate.
Sudden, o'erhead, a great bird's shadow falls:
With shivering swiftness drop dark fears of guile,
The omened pinions of the wing of Fate!



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