This
is it. This is the moment I have longed for. I have passed the lowest of lows; it
is my time, to rise.
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We never know how high we are
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By Emily Dickinson
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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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