Herbert Price - Fate lyrics

Our fate is round us like a viewless net, Woven of thoughts, inheritances, deeds, And all the drift of circumstantial weeds About the shores of being that are set, Imponderable strands no mortal fret Hath power to fray; the inevitable seeds Sown by the gods along the cosmic meads (The gods who sow and never know regret) Throw round us their invisible intents; Webs knitted in the house of destiny Enmesh the yearning visage of the soul, And though it cry, the sequence of events, The march and order of the mighty whole Remain unchanged through all eternity.