There were many who went in huddled procession,
They knew not whither;
But, at any rate, success or calamity
Would attend all in equality.
There was one who sought a new road.
He went into direful thickets,
And ultimately he died thus, alone;
But they said he had courage.
More verses by Stephen Crane
- Tradition, Thou Art For Suckling Children
- There Was A Great Cathedral
- There Was A Land Where Lived No Violets
- There Came Whisperings In The Winds
- When A People Reach The Top Of A Hill,