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in the mind hath made us. What thou art

By thought was wrought and builded. If a soul

Hath evil thoughts, pain comes as wheels of cart

Behind its oxen roll.

All that we are is what we think and will:

Our thoughts shape us and frame. If one endure

In purity of thought, joy follows still

As his own shadow—sure!

"He hath defamed me, wronged me, broken trust,

Abased me, beaten me! "If one shall keep