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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408751" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Success</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408751" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Did you see that man riding past,<br>With shoulders bowed with care?<br>There’s failure in his eyes to last,<br>And in his heart despair.<br>He seldom looks to left or right,<br>He nods, but speaks to none,<br>And he’s a man who fought the fight—<br>God knows how hard!—and won. <br>No great “review” could rouse him now,<br>No printed lies could sting;<br>No kindness smooth his knitted brow,<br>Nor wrong one new line bring.<br>Through dull, dumb days and brooding nights,<br>From years of storm and stress,<br>He’s riding down from lonely heights—<br>The Mountains of Success. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=408751" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He sees across the darkening land<br>The graveyards on the coasts;<br>He sees the broken columns stand<br>Like cold and bitter ghosts;<br>His world is dead while yet he lives,<br>Though known in continents;<br>His camp is where his country gives<br>Its pauper monuments.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a></strong></div>