The Saying of Cleanthes

LEAD me, O Providence Divine,
Where e're Thou hast appointed me to go;
I'll follow willingly, and show,
By my quick pace, that one design,
Tho hid to me, acts Thy unerring Will and mine.

Briskly I'll follow Thee; for so
I shall prevent my Fate, which to decline
Beyond my Compass is, and Line;
Worse by resistance I shall grow,
And after all be driven, whether I will or no.