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.
EMILY DICKINSON
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Nicicand nu stim
Nicicand nu stim ce sus suntem
Pan' tot mai sus s-ajunge;
Si-atunci de planul il urmam,
Ceruri putem atinge.
Eroismul ce-l recitam
Ceva firesc ar fi;
De n-am fi noi insisi umili
Din teama de-a domni.
In romaneste,
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