Poem by Stephen Crane

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There were many who went in huddled procession,
They knew not whither;
But, at any rate, success or calamity
Would attend all in equality.

There was one who sought a new road.
He went into direful thickets,
And ultimately he died thus, alone;
But they said he had courage.

1. The successful man has thrust himself
2. With eye and with gesture
3. On the horizon the peaks assembled
4. I stood upon a highway
5. Blustering God

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