There is nothing, I hold, in the way of work
    That a human being may not achieve
If he does not falter, or shrink or shirk,
    And more than all, if he will believe.

Believe in himself and the power behind
    That stands like an aid on a dual ground,
    With hope for the spirit and oil for the wound,
Ready to strengthen the arm or mind.

When the motive is right and the will is strong
    There are no limits to human power;
For that great force back of us moves along
    And takes us with it, in trial's hour.

And whatever the height you yearn to climb,
    Tho' it never was trod by the foot of man,
    And no matter how steep---I say you can,
If you will be patient---and use your time.

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.

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