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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 offspring of a deathless Soul, / Can hew the 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.
The river seeking for the sea / Confronts the dam and precipice, / Yet knows it cannot fail or miss; / _You will be what you will to be_!