THE LINES OF FATEIf thorn-plants in the desert leafless be, The spring is not to blame.If owls in broadest daylight cannot see, The sun should feel no shame.If in the plover's bill no raindrops fall, 'Twere wrong to blame the cloud.The lines that fate has written once for all, Are never disallowed.
If thorns and briars bear no leaves we do not blame the Spring,Nor yet the sun, if blinking owls fly not till evening.That _châtaks_ gape in vain for showers is not the cloud's disgrace;Fate's sentence written on the brow no hand can e'er efface.