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Lesson Plans


Studio Approach

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Jane Allen Sec.5 (JA15425)
Sat, 24 Feb 1996 22:26:07 -0600 (CST)


Susan Marr Spalding's "poem FATE"

Two shall be born, the whole wide world apart,
And speak in different tongues and have no thought
Each of the other's being, and no heed;
And these, o'er unknown seas, to unknown lands
Shall cross, escaping wreck, defying death;
And all unconsciously shape every act
And bend each wandering step to this one end-
That one day out of darkness they shall meet
And read life's meaning in each other's eyes.

And two shall walk some narrow way of life
So nearly side by side that, should one turn
Ever so little space to left or right,
They needs must stand acknowledged, face to face,
And yet, with wistful eyes that never meet,
And groping hands that never clasp, and lips
Calling in vain to ears that never hear,
They seek each other all their weary days
And die unsatisfied-and this is Fate!

I hope you enjoyed this poem. It had been one of my favorite for a
long time.