The outward wayward life we see,
The hidden springs we may not know—
It is not ours to separate
The tangled skein of will and fate.


Snow-Bound, 1866


The outward wayward life we see, The hidden springs we may not know— It is not ours to separate The tangled skein of will and fate.

The outward wayward life we see, The hidden springs we may not know— It is not ours to separate The tangled skein of will and fate.

The outward wayward life we see, The hidden springs we may not know— It is not ours to separate The tangled skein of will and fate.

The outward wayward life we see, The hidden springs we may not know— It is not ours to separate The tangled skein of will and fate.