By: Henry van Dyke

The mountains that inclose the vale
With walls of granite, steep and high,
Invite the fearless foot to scale
Their stairway towards the sky.

                  The restless, deep, dividing sea
                  That flows and foams from shore to shore,
                  Calls to its sunburned chivalry,
                  “Push out, set sail, explore!”

                                    The bars of life at which we fret,
                                    That seem to prison and control,
                                    Are but the doors of daring, set
                                     Ajar before the soul.

Say not, “Too poor,” but freely give;
Sigh not, “Too weak,” but boldly try;
You never can begin to live
Until you dare to die.

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