I hold it true that thoughts are things
Endowed with bodies, breath, and wings,
And that we send them forth to fill
The world with good results---or ill.
That which we call our secret thought
Speeds to the earth's remotest spot,
And leaves its blessings or its woes
Like tracks behind it as it goes.
It is God's law. Remember it
In your still chamber as you sit
With thoughts you would not dare have known,
And yet made comrades when alone.
These thoughts have life; and they will fly
And leave their impress by and by,
Like some marsh breeze, whose poisoned breath
Breathes into homes its fevered breath.
And after you have quite forgot
Or all outgrown some vanished thought,
Back to your mind to make its home,
A dove or raven, it will come.
Then let your secret thoughts be fair;
They have a vital part and share
In shaping worlds and moulding fate---
God's system is so intricate
The Worlds and I
The Invisible Helpers
The Voice of the Voiceless
Roads to God
To an Astrologer
Excerpts from Ella Wheeler Wilcox's Forum
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox, American Poet & Journalist & Free Thinker by Richard A. Edwards
Ella Wheeler Wilcox Forum
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