At The Helm

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Title:     At The Helm
Author: Cale Young Rice [More Titles by Rice]

(Nova Scotian)

Fog, and a wind that blows the sea
Blindly into my eyes.
And I know not if my soul shall be
When the day dies.

But if it be not and I lose
All that men live to gain--
I who have little known but hues
Of wind and rain--

Still I shall envy no man's lot,
For I have held this great,
Never in whines to have forgot
That Fate is Fate.

[The end]
Cale Young Rice's poem: At The Helm

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