There is no height to which thou canst not climb;
There is no grandeur that thou may'st not view,
If thou wilt reach beyond the things of Time,
Unto the Pure, the Beautiful, the True.
There is no saintly vision, no glad sight
Of seer, nor no dream of holy sage
But may be thine; nay, is thy heavenly right,
If thou wilt claim thy regal appanage.
There is no sin but thou may'st overthrow;
There is no vileness that, octopus-like,
Binds thee its victim, but thou soon canst know
The way and weapon thy strong foe to strike.
Thou art not framed for sin and grief and shame;
Thou art not bent to grovel in the mire;
But thou art made erect, and given a name,
Hast; hands to reach, and spirit to aspire.
Glory and strength and triumph—these are thine;
Rise up, and conquer every inward foe;
Behold the heavens, how radiantly they shine!
Stand up and strike, O conqueror of woe!
From Poems of Peace
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James Allen was a little-known philosophical writer and poet. He is best recognized for his book, As a Man Thinketh. Allen wrote about complex subjects such as faith, destiny, love, patience, and religion but had the unique ability of explaining these subjects clearly and in a way that is easy to understand. He often wrote about cause and effect, sowing and reaping, as well as overcoming sadness, sorrow, and grief. For more information on the life of James Allen, click here.