Fate And I

Wise men tell me thou, O Fate,     Art invincible and great.     Well, I own thy prowess; still     Dare I flout thee with my will     Thou canst shatter in a span     All the earthly pride of man.     Outward things thou canst control;     But stand back - I rule my soul!     Death?    'Tis such a little thing -     Scarcely worth the mentioning.     What has death to do with me,     Save to set my spirit free?     Something in me dwells, O Fate,     That can rise and dominate     Loss, and sorrow, and disaster, -     How, then, Fate, art thou my master?     In the great primeval morn     My immortal will was born,     Part of that stupendous Cause     Which conceived the Solar Laws,     Lit the suns and filled the seas,     Royalest of pedigrees.     That great Cause was Love, the Source     Who most loves has most of Force.     He who harbours Hate one hour     Saps the soul of Peace and Power.     He who will not hate his foe     Need not dread life's hardest blow.     In the realm of brotherhood     Wishing no man aught but good,     Naught but good can come to me -     This is Love's supreme decree.     Since I bar my door to Hate,     What have I to fear, O Fate?     Since I fear not - Fate I vow,     I the ruler am, not thou!