Growth of Man like growth
Of Nature
Gravitates within,
Atmosphere and sun confirm it
But it stirs alone.
Each its difficult ideal
Must achieve itself,
Through the solitary prowess
Of a silent life.
Effort is the sole condition,
Patience of itself—
Patience of opposing forces,
And distinct belief.
Looking on is the department
Of its audience,
But transaction is assisted
By no countenance.
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