You will be what you will be,
Let failure find its force content
In that poor word environment,
But spirit scorns it, and is free.
It may masters time, it conquers space,
It cows that boastful trickster, Chance,
A bids the tyrant circumstance
Uncrown, and take a servants place.
The human will, that force unseen,
The offspring of a deathless Soul ,
can hue 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.
By James Allen
From 'As you Think'