(November 1, 1871 – June 5, 1900 / New Jersey)

There Was Set Before Me A Mighty Hill,

There was set before me a mighty hill,
And long days I climbed
Through regions of snow.
When I had before me the summit-view,
It seemed that my labour
Had been to see gardens
Lying at impossible distances.

by Stephen Crane

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We invent hopes to compel us beyond above our harsh realities. Reality always wins out.