Poem by Stephen Crane

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Once a man clambering to the housetops
Appealed to the heavens.
With strong voice he called to the deaf spheres;
A warrior’s shout he raised to the suns.
Lo, at last, there was a dot on the clouds,
And -- at last and at last --
-- God -- the sky was filled with armies.

1. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
2. Mystic shadow, bending near me
3. Two or three angels
4. Once, I knew a fine song
5. There were many who went in huddled procession

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