CourageA
CourageA
Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace.The soul that knows it notKnows no release from little things:Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hearThe sound of wings.How can life grant us boon of living, compensateFor dull gray ugliness and pregnant hateUnless we dareThe soul’s dominion? Each time we make a choice, we payWith courage to behold the resistless day,And count it fair.—Amelia Earhart
Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace.The soul that knows it notKnows no release from little things:Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hearThe sound of wings.How can life grant us boon of living, compensateFor dull gray ugliness and pregnant hateUnless we dareThe soul’s dominion? Each time we make a choice, we payWith courage to behold the resistless day,And count it fair.—Amelia Earhart
Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace.The soul that knows it notKnows no release from little things:Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hearThe sound of wings.
Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not
Knows no release from little things:
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.
How can life grant us boon of living, compensateFor dull gray ugliness and pregnant hateUnless we dareThe soul’s dominion? Each time we make a choice, we payWith courage to behold the resistless day,And count it fair.
How can life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull gray ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare
The soul’s dominion? Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the resistless day,
And count it fair.
—Amelia Earhart
AReprinted by permission of Harcourt, Brace and Company, Inc.
AReprinted by permission of Harcourt, Brace and Company, Inc.