Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

United States
27 Feb 1807 // 24 Mar 1882
Poet

The heights by great men reached and kept,
Were not obtained by sudden flight
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.

Standing on what too long we bore
With shoulders bent and downcast eyes,
We may discern - unseen before,
A path to higher destinies.

The Ladder of Saint Augustine


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