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. The successful man has thrust himself
2. With eye and with gesture
3. I stood upon a highway
4. A man toiled on a burning road
5. Two or three angels

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