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Just as I shape the purport of my thought, / Lord of the Universe, shape Thou my lot. / Let each ill thought that in my heart may be, / Mould circumstance and bring ill luck to me.
Until I weed the garden of my mind / From all that is unworthy and unkind, / Am I not master of my mind, dear Lord? / Then as I _think_, so must be my reward.
Who sows in weakness, cannot reap in strength, / That which we plant, we gather in at length. / Great God of Justice, be Thou just to me, / And as my thoughts, so let my future be.