God’s Kin

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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

   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 toward 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.


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