Poem by Stephen Crane

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If I should cast off this tattered coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant --
What then?

1. Tradition, thou art for suckling children
2. I saw a man pursuing the horizon
3. God fashioned the ship of the world carefully
4. In heaven
5. Mystic shadow, bending near me

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