There is a destiny that makes us brothers: <br />None goes his way alone: <br />All that we send into the lives of others <br />Comes back into our own. <br /> <br />I care not what his temples or his creeds, <br />One thing holds firm and fast <br />That into his fateful heap of days and deeds <br />The soul of man Is cast.<br /><br />Edwin Markham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-creed-3/
