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. There were many who went in huddled procession
2. When a people reach the top of a hill
3. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
4. The impact of a dollar upon the heart
5. Once a man clambering to the housetops

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