Whatever might unfold for me
Is not spun out by scheming Fates;
Instead it's simple destiny,
A line of life that time creates.
It's natural that I love this line,
Despite its pains and hurried pace;
Because the steps I make are mine,
I pride me in their style and grace.
(cf. The Joyful Learning, ยง276)
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