High and high go on my son
There is no limit of your rise
Let me say there is no limit
To a man's ascent.
Go on my son
This world is yours
You are the world
But remember
Not to keep contact
With anything
With anybody
Keeping contact is
An impediment.
Your rise and fall
Is through your
Sentiment and attitude
Things and circumstances
Have no role.
Go on my son
And remember
Congruence of intellect
And mind and concordance
Between mind and senses
facilitates progress.
High and high go on my son
There is no limit of your rise
There is eternity.
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