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The Law
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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