There Is But Little Hope for
Slaves of Fortune
Hear me read
poem as an
There is but little hope for slaves of fortune,
Who will not share
their failures with their will.
Mastered by the wind, they blame their
On chance, which sets their course for good or ill.
one's bad luck fits snug on who one is;
One's fortune is the lyrics of
Each will find the label that is his
Upon the luggage he
has brought along.
To be a cause, one must first admit
That one was
never merely an effect.
Freedom comes to those who shoulder
Bearing weight that others would reject.
Slaves believe they
read, while masters know
They write, though angels sing and cold winds