Poem by Stephen Crane

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On the horizon the peaks assembled;
And as I looked,
The march of the mountains began.
As they marched, they sang,
"Aye! We come! We come!"

1. Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
2. The impact of a dollar upon the heart
3. Once a man clambering to the housetops
4. In heaven
5. Mystic shadow, bending near me

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