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Destiny Waits In The Hand Of God, Not In The Hands Of Statesmen.

Because I Know That Time Is Always Time And Place Is Always And Only Place.

For I Have Known Them All Already, Known Them All— Have Known The Evenings, Mornings, Afternoons, I Have Measured Out My Life With Coffee Spoons.

But At My Back From Time To Time I Hear The Sound Of Horns And Motors, Which Shall Bring Sweeney To Mrs. Porter In The Spring. O The Moon Shone Bright On Mrs. Porter And On Her Daughter They Wash Their Feet In Soda Water.

If One Has To Earn A Living, Therefore, The Safest Occupation Is That Most Remote From The Arts.