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. A man toiled on a burning road
2. Upon the road of my life
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. Supposing that I should have the courage
5. I stood upon a highway

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