AT THE HELM
Reading edition
(Nova Scotian)
Fog, and a wind that blows the sea Blindly into my eyes. And I know not if my soul shall be When the day dies. But if it be not and I lose All that men live to gain— I who have little known but hues Of wind and rain— Still I shall envy no man's lot, For I have held this great, Never in whines to have forgot That Fate is Fate.