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 it bids the tyrant circumstances,

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,

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.