The Law

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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

   When the great universe was wrought
   To might and majesty from naught,
   The all creative force was—
            Thought.

   That force is thine. Though desolate
   The way may seem, command thy fate.
   Send forth thy thought—
            Create—Create!

 

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