You will be what you will be; Let failure find its false content in that poor word, “environment,” But spirit scorns it, and is free.
It masters time, it conquers space; It cows that boastful trickster, Chance, and bids the tyrant Circumstance Uncrown, and fill a servant’s place.
The human Will, that force unseen, the offspring of deathless Soul, Can hew a way to any goal, though walls of granite intervene.
Be not impatient in delay, but wait as one who understands; when spirit rises and commands, the gods are ready to obey.
It masters time, it conquers space; It cows that boastful trickster, Chance, and bids the tyrant Circumstance Uncrown, and fill a servant’s place.
The human Will, that force unseen, the offspring of deathless Soul, Can hew a way to any goal, though walls of granite intervene.
Be not impatient in delay, but wait as one who understands; when spirit rises and commands, the gods are ready to obey.
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