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Poemsby Emily Dickinson

The Inevitable


We never know how high we are
  Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
  Our statures touch the skies.
The heroism we recite
  Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
  For fear to be a king.

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