We never know how high we are
Til we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.
an abandoned chest of roistering literature for the drunk and rampant reader.
an abandoned chest of roistering literature for the drunk and rampant reader.
We never know how high we are
Til we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.
