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We never know how high we are (1176)

by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

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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