When the great universe was wrought
To might and majesty from naught,
The all creative force was--
Thought.
That force is thine. Though desolate
The way may seem, command thy fate.
Send forth thy thought--
Create--Create!
Poems of Progress and New Thought Pastels by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
London: Gay & Hancock, 1911.
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