Poem by Edwin Arnold

Destiny

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul
Each choosing each through all the weary hours
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal.
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day. 

1. The Division of Poland
2. The Rhine and The Moselle
3. The Falcon-Feast
4. With a Bracelet in the Form of a Snake
5. The Marriage

Emma Lazarus Destiny ("Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass")

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