“You will be what you will be
Let failure find its false content
In that poor word, “environment,”
But spirit scores 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 a deathless soul,
Can hew a way to any soul,
Through walls of granite intervene.
Be not impatient in delay,
But wait as one who understands;
When spirit rises and commands,
The goals are ready to obey.”
James Allen
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