Courage is the price that
life exacts for granting peace,
The soul that knows
it not, knows no release
From little things
Knows not the livid
loneliness of fear
Nor mountain heights,
where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings
How can life grant us
boon of living, compensate
For dull gray
ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare
The soul’s dominion?
Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to
behold the restless day
And count it fair.
_ Amelia Earhart
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