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There is no summit you may not attain,
   No purpose which you may not yet achieve,
   If you will wait serenely and believe.
Each seeming loss is but a step to’rd gain.

Between the mountain-tops lie vale and plain;
   Let nothing make you question, doubt, or grieve;
   Give only good, and good alone receive;
And as you welcome joy, so welcome pain.

That which you most desire awaits your word;
   Throw wide the door and bid it enter in.
Speak, and the strong vibrations shall be stirred;
   Speak, and above earth’s loud, unmeaning din
Your silent declarations shall be heard.
   All things are possible to God’s own kin.