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 Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
 * Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea;

I rave no more ’gainst Time or Fate,
 * For lo! my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays,
 * For what avails this eager pace?

I stand amid the eternal ways,
 * And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,
 * The friends I seek are seeking me;

No wind can drive my bark astray,
 * Nor change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone?
 * I wait with joy the coming years;

My heart shall reap where it hath sown,
 * And garner up its fruits of tears.

The waters know their own, and draw
 * The brook that springs in yonder heights;

So flows the good with equal law
 * Unto the soul of pure delights.