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There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, Can circumvent or hinder or control The firm resolve of a determined soul.
Gifts count for nothing; 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.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (November 5, 1850 – October 30, 1919) was an American author and poet. Her works include Poems of Passion and Solitude, whic
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