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Resolve (Poem)

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,
Can circumvent or hinder or control
The firm resolve of a determined soul.
Gifts count for little; will alone is great;
All things give way before it, soon or late.
What obstacle can stay the mighty force
Of the sea-seeking river in its course,
Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait?
Each well-born soul must win what it deserves.
Let the fool prate of luck! The fortunate
Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves,
Whose slightest action or inaction serves
The one great aim. Why, even death stands still
And waits an hour, sometimes, for such a will!

The enthusiasm for a high purpose calls into being the agencies by means of which it may be accomplished. Great powers attend on great thoughts; and, above all and beyond all, among the creative forces, is the power of a great faith.
Lilian Whiting
For those that are in earnest, there is no real failure at last, no work truly done—no word earnestly spoken—no sacrifice freely made—was ever in vain.
—Frederick William Robertson
Heaven is revealed by effort.

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  • Author and poet
  • Born November 5th, 1850 in Johnstown, Wisconsin and died October 30th, 1919
  • Famous line in poetry: "Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone."

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