Let failure find its false content,
In that poor word "environment,"
But spirit scorns it and is free.
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.
