Deep in the man sits fast his fate 
To mould his fortunes, mean or great: 
Unknown to Cromwell as to me 
Was Cromwell's measure or degree; 
Unknown to him as to his horse, 
If he than his groom be better or worse. 
He works, plots, fights, in rude affairs, 
With squires, lords, kings, his craft compares, 
Till late he learned, through doubt and fear, 
Broad England harbored not his peer: 
Obeying time, the last to own 
The Genius from its cloudy throne. 
For the prevision is allied 
Unto the thing so signified; 
Or say, the foresight that awaits 
Is the same Genius that creates.