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. If I should cast off this tattered coat
2. Two or three angels
3. If there is a witness to my little life
4. The successful man has thrust himself
5. Ay, workman, make me a dream

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