Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume I/Fate

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

For works with similar titles, see Fate.

CHAPTER XXXV.

AN EVENING ALONE.

The steps of Fate are dark and terrible;
And not here may we trace them to the goal.
    If I could doubt the heaven in which I hope,
The doubt would vanish, gazing upon life,
And seeing what it needs of peace and rest.
    Life is but like a journey during night.
We toil through gloomy paths of the unknown;
Heavy the footsteps are with pitfalls round;
And few and faint the stars that guide our way:
But, at the last, comes morning; glorious
Shines forth the light of day, and so will shine
The heaven which is our future and our home.

Blanchard’s title is:

FATE