For a Fatalist
Life ushers some as heirs-elect
To weather wind and gale;
Here lies a man whose ships were wrecked
Ere he could hoist a sail.
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Copper sun or scarlet sea,
Jungle star or jungle track,
Strong bronzed men, or regal black
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When the birds of Eden sang?
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The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance, abject and mute,
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Shall we beguile their limbs with mellow flute,
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