Author Euripides A thousand shapes our varying Fates assume, The Gods perform what we could least expect, And oft' the things for which we fondly hop'd Come not to pass: but Heaven still finds a clue To guide our steps through life's perplexing maze. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments