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 that boastful trickster, Chance,

And bids the tyrant Circumstance
Uncrown, and fill a servant’s place.

The human Will, that force unseen,
The off spring of a deathless Soul,
Can hew a way to any goal,
Though walls of granite intervence.

Be not impatient in delay,
But wait as one who understands;
When spirit rises and commands,
The gods are ready to obey.

May a man tend the garden of his mind, weeding out all the wrong, useless, and impure thoughts, and cultivating toward perfection the flowers and fruites of right, useful, and pure thoughts.

– James Allen

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