Poem by Stephen Crane

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There was set before me a mighty hill,
And long days I climbed
Through regions of snow.
When I had before me the summit-view,
It seemed that my labour
Had been to see gardens
Lying at impossible distances.

1. Love walked alone
2. Tell brave deeds of war
3. A spirit sped
4. If there is a witness to my little life
5. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?

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