<h2><SPAN name="page38"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>WILL</h2>
<p class="poetry">There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,<br/>
Can circumvent or hinder or control<br/>
The firm resolve of a determined soul.<br/>
Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great;<br/>
All things give way before it, soon or late.<br/>
What obstacle can stay the mighty force<br/>
Of the sea-seeking river in its course,<br/>
Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait?</p>
<p class="poetry">Each well-born soul must win what it
deserves.<br/>
Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate<br/>
Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves,<br/>
Whose slightest action or inaction serve.<br/>
The one great aim.<br/>
Why, even Death
stands still,<br/>
And waits an hour sometimes for such a will.</p>
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