Gems In Verse

There is no chance, no destiny, no fatö Cae circuniveut, can hinder or control The firni resolve of a determined soul. Gift count for nothing: will alone is great. All things give way before it, sood or late. What obstacle can stay the mighty forc Of the sea sceking river in its course, Or canse the ascending orb of day to wait? Each well born soul must win what it deserves. Let the fooi prate of luck. The fortúnate Is he whoae earnest parpóse never swerves, Whoee Blightest actlon or inaction serves The one ereat aim. Why even doaüi stands Blill And waits an hour sometimee for such a will.