Wednesday, April 22, 2015

"Will" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Picture © S. F.
"There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,
Can circumvent or hinder or control
The firm resolve of a determined soul.
Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great;
All things give way before it, soon or late.
What obstacle can stay the mighty force
Of the sea-seeking river in its course,
Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait?

"Each well-born soul must win what it deserves.
Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate
Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves,
Whose slightest action or inaction serves
The one great aim. Why, even Death stands still,
And waits an hour sometimes for such a will."
~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox


  1. Now that is a poem well worth memorising, dearheart. Let us ever strive to conform our wills into His, that we may experience true happiness and accomplishment: and let us hold firmly to His will that we may come off conqueror!

    1. So it is! I shall add it to my "poems to memorise" list. We should memorise it together. :) Yes, may our will be His will, and may we always follow it.
      ~ S. F.


Hullo there, friend! I am thrilled you are here. :)
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Just remember Colosians 3:23–24: “And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men; … for ye serve the Lord Christ.”
To God be the Glory!
~ S. F.