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The Law.
When the great universe was wrought
To might and majesty from naught,
The all creative force was—
Thought.
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!
The way may seem, command thy fate.
Send forth thy thought—
Create—Create!
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