I hold it true that thoughts are things
They're endowed with bodies
breath and wings
and that we send them forth to fill
The world good results or ill
That which we call our scretes thoughts
Speeds forth to earth's most remote spot
Leaving its blessing or tis woes
Like tracks behind it as it goes
We build our future thought by thought
For good or ill yet know it not
Yet so the universe was wrought
Thought is another name for fate
Choose then thy destiny and wait
For love brings love and hate brings hate |
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