THERE is no thing we cannot overcome.
Say not thy evil instinct is inherited,
Or that some trait in-born makes thy whole life forlorn,
And calls down punishment that is not merited.
Back of thy parents and grandparents lies
The great Eternal Will ! That, too, is thine
Inheritance :strong, beautiful, divine ;
Sure lever of success for one who tries.
Pry up thy fault with this great lever Will.
However deeply bedded in propensity,
However firmly set, I tell thee firmer yet
Is that vast power that comes from Truth's immensity.
Thou art a part of that strange world, I say ;
Its forces lie within thee, stronger far
Than all thy mortal sins and frailties are.
Believe thyself divine, and watch, and pray.
There is no noble height thou canst not climb ;
All triumphs may be thine in Time's futurity,
If, whatso'er thy fault, thou dost not faint or halt,
But lean upon the staff of Gods security.
Earth has no claim the soul can not contest.
Know thyself part of that Supernal source,
And naught can stand before thy spirit's force.
The soul's divine inheritance is best.
The Ladies Home Journal 7.7 (Jun. 1890): 4.
Courtesy of John M. Freiermuth.
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