THERE'S no need of your voice or your presence, The moon does not bend to the sea,— Be thou true and the tides of my being Resistless, flow upward to thee;
Can an apple escape gravitation? Does earth lift her hand for the fruit? Be self-poised and compel by attraction What hides from a vulgar pursuit;
The invincible forces are patient,— No magnet runs after the steel; Let your will be supreme, and its potence, My life and my fortunes shall feel:
For the needle must dip to the pole-star, The climate encircle its zone; So the heart, through all times and conditions, Must know and will worship its own.
