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 into eternal day.

Edwin Arnold

Return to the Lake

Last Modified: 10/6/05 by Rebecca L. Oaks

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