Oh, and they trust, how they trust
in what Fate might or will bring,
for assurance in Fate is yet at a loss,
and can never be crossed
as they play with their ring
in the sand with its pebbles and rocks,
how they try to regain,
and start over again
for it's never the rain
that conducts trickles of tears on their face,
and ripples in ponds of disgrace.
Those lesser angels are tamed
by the trust which they thrust
in Eternity's game,
and the past which they lack
to have cast towards Humanity's gain.