The river seeking for the seaConfronts the dam and precipice,Yet knows it cannot fail or miss;You will be what you will to be!

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, Your head like the golden-rod, And we will go sailing away from here To the beautiful land of Nod

No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.

The human Will, that force unseen,The offspring of a deathless Soul,Can hew the way to any goal,Though walls of granite intervene.

Lean on thyself until thy strength is tried;Then ask God's help; it will not be denied.