A Word with Fortune

I NEVER ask to live and bask
In sunlight splendid.
I take my share of foul and fair
Till life be ended.

When knaves prevail I do not wail
And rend my raiment.
I bide the day when haply they
Shall reap due payment.

I nurse no spleen 'gainst Powers unseen,
Ev'n if they leave me
Torn to and fro 'twixt bliss and woe
Till Earth receive me.
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