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AMBITION'S TRAIL.

F all the end of this continuous striving

Were simply to attain,

How poor would seem the planning and contriving
The endless urging and the hurried driving
Of body, heart and brain!

But ever in the wake of true achieving,
There shines this glowing trail-

Some other soul will be spurred on, conceiving
New strength and hope, in its own power believing,
Because thou didst not fail.

Not thine alone the glory, nor the sorrow,
If thou doth miss the goal,

Undreamed of lives in many a far to-morrow
From thee their weakness or their force shall
borrow-

On, on, ambitious soul.

UNCONTROLLED.

HE mighty forces of mysterious space

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Are one by one subdued by lordly man.

The awful lightning that for eons ran
Their devastating and untrammeled race,
Now bear his messages from place to place

Like carrier doves. The winds lead on his van;
The lawless elements no longer can

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,
But wait as one who understands;
When spirit rises and commands,
The gods are ready to obey.

The river seeking for the sea
Confronts the dam and precipice,
Yet knows it cannot fail or miss;

You will be what you will to be!

NAY

TO AN ASTROLOGER.

[AY, seer, I do not doubt thy mystic lore,
Nor question that the tenor of my life,
Past, present and the future, is revealed
There in my horoscope. I do believe
That yon dead moon compels the haughty seas
To ebb and flow, and that my natal star
Stands like a stern-browed sentinel in space
And challenges events; nor lets one grief,
Or joy, or failure, or success, pass on
To mar or bless my earthly lot, until
It proves its Karmic right to come to me.

All this I grant, but more than this I know!
Before the solar systems were conceived,
When nothing was but the unnamable,
My spirit lived, an atom of the Cause.
Through countless ages and in many forms
It has existed, ere it entered in

This human frame to serve its little day
Upon the earth. The deathless Me of me,
The spark from that great all-creative fire
Is part of that eternal source called God,
And mightier than the universe.

Why, he

Who knows, and knowing, never once forgets

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The pedigree divine of his own soul,
Can conquer, shape and govern destiny

And use vast space as 'twere a board for chess
With stars for pawns; can change his horoscope
To suit his will; turn failure to success,
And from preordained sorrows, harvest joy.

There is no puny planet, sun or moon,
Or zodiacal sign which can control
The God in us! If we bring that to bear
Upon events, we mold them to our wish;
'Tis when the infinite 'neath the finite gropes
That men are governed by their horoscopes.

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