Yet am I still, material for all;
Use me as such—I answer to thy call.
Nay, tread me only under climbing feet,
So serve I thee, my destiny complete;
Mount by me into purer, freer air,
And find the roof that archeth everywhere;
So what but failure seems, shall build success;
For all, as possible, thou dost possess.”
Who by the Universal squares his life,
Sees but success in all its finite strife;