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. Blustering God
2. I walked in a desert
3. Love walked alone
4. Many workmen
5. "It was wrong to do this," said the angel

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