AMBITION'S TRAIL. F all the end of this continuous striving Were simply to attain, How poor would seem the planning and contriving But ever in the wake of true achieving, Some other soul will be spurred on, conceiving Not thine alone the glory, nor the sorrow, Undreamed of lives in many a far to-morrow On, on, ambitious soul. UNCONTROLLED. HE mighty forces of mysterious space THE Are one by one subdued by lordly man. The awful lightning that for eons ran Like carrier doves. The winds lead on his van; Resist his strength, but yield with sullen grace. His bold feet scaling heights before untrod, Light, darkness, air and water, heat and cold He bids go forth and bring him power and pelf. And yet, though ruler, king and demi-god, He walks with his fierce passions uncontrolled The conqueror of all things-save himself. WILL. OU will be what you will to be; You Let failure find its false content In that poor word "environment," But spirit scorns it, and is free. It masters time, it conquers space, It cowes that boastful trickster Chance, And bids the tyrant Circumstance Uncrown and fill a servant's place. The human Will, that force unseen, The offspring of a deathless Soul, Can hew the way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene. Be not impatient in delay, The river seeking for the sea You will be what you will to be! NAY TO AN ASTROLOGER. [AY, seer, I do not doubt thy mystic lore, All this I grant, but more than this I know! This human frame to serve its little day Why, he Who knows, and knowing, never once forgets } The pedigree divine of his own soul, And use vast space as 'twere a board for chess There is no puny planet, sun or moon, |