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Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886

 "We never know how high we are"

 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—