"You will be what you will to 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 the 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 goal,
Tough walls of granite intervene.
Be not impatient in delay,
But wait as one who understands;
When spirit raises and commands,
The gods are ready to obey."
by James Allen
