Who by the Universal squares his life,
Sees but success in all its finite strife;
In all that is, his Truth-enlightened eyes
Detect the May-be through its thin disguise;
And in the Absolute’s unclouded sun,
To him the two already are the one.
So mount ye into purer, freer air,
And find the roof that arches everywhere;
That which but failure seems, shall build Success,
F or all—as possible—thou dost possess.