You will be what you will 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 tricker, Chance,
And bids the tyrant Circumstance
Uncrown, and take a servant's place.
The human Will, that force unseen,
The offspring of a deathless Soul,
Can hew a way to any goal,
Through 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.
James Allen (As You Think")