The sea, the pine, the stars, the forest deep,
Bequeath to me at will their subtle wealth.
Or still days brood, or rough winds round me sweep,
Mine is the buoyant earth-man's vibrant health:
All things for love of me their vigils keep--
I am the soul of health, of wealth.

Run, sea, in my heart!
Pine, sing in my heart!
Stars, glow in my heart!
For ye are mine, and my soul,
Like ye, is a part
Of the Marvelous Whole.

There's no thing dear to me is not my wealth,
And none that sees me I would distant keep;
For swift possession is my earth-man's health,
Or still days brood, or rough winds round me sweep:
All things for love of me their vigils keep--
I am the soul of health, of wealth.

You are invited, now, to seize and use the spirit of this attitude
of appropriation for your own welfare and power.


COURAGE ABROAD.


And I hold that our life is growing better for the reason that I
discover, in all this new adjustment to truth, this expectation