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Wherever the white man's feet have trod / (Oh far does the white man stray) / A bold road rifles the virginal sod, / And the forest wakes out of its dream of God, / To yield him the right of way. / For this is the law: _By the power of thought_, / _For worse_, _or for better_, _are miracles wrought_.
Wherever the white man's pathway leads, / (Far, far has that pathway gone) / The Earth is littered with broken creeds- / And alway the dark man's tent recedes, / And the white man pushes on. / For this is the law: _Be it good or ill_, / _All things must yield to the stronger will_.
Wherever the white man's light is shed, / (Oh far has that light been thrown) / Though Nature has suffered and beauty bled, / Yet the goal of the race has been thrust ahead, / And the might of the race has grown. / For this is the law: _Be it cruel or kind_, / _The Universe sways to the power of mind_.