Was it not Fate, whose name in Heaven above
Is Truth and Goodness and unchanging Love —
Was it not Fate that bade him turn to thee
As the bright regent of his destiny? —
For when thine orb passed from the lengthening gloom
Of autumn nights a morning star to bloom
Beside Aurora’s eastern gates of pearl,
He passed from earth his weary wings to furl
In “the cool vales of Heaven”—thence through yon sea
Of starry isles to hold his course to thee.[[1]]