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 take a servant’s place.
The human Will, that force unseen,
The offspring of a deathless soul,
Can hew its 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."
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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