CHANCE, in whom men start and end, Throned on high in Wisdom's place, Glory to man's work you send. More the good your presence brings Than the evil; such a grace Shines about your golden wings. When your ruling balance swings, What it gives endures most blest. For the pathless and distressed You have found a guiding way, In the darkness bringing day, Goddess excellent and best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |