anurag789
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Courage isn't a brilliant dash,
A daring deed in a moment's flash;
It isn't an instantaneous thing
Born of despair with a sudden spring.
It isn't a creature of flickered hope
Or the final tug at a slipping rope;
It isn't a sudden chance or flare,
Of a hero braving a grand despair.
It's the steady climb of the foot-sore feat,
The difficult testing of mind and feet,
The daily battle of right and wrong,
The silent sort of an inward song.
The patient wearing away of the wall,
the march of a purpose that will not fall.
It means the testing of great and small,
The temper of things that will break or bend,
The courage that lasts to the very end.
A daring deed in a moment's flash;
It isn't an instantaneous thing
Born of despair with a sudden spring.
It isn't a creature of flickered hope
Or the final tug at a slipping rope;
It isn't a sudden chance or flare,
Of a hero braving a grand despair.
It's the steady climb of the foot-sore feat,
The difficult testing of mind and feet,
The daily battle of right and wrong,
The silent sort of an inward song.
The patient wearing away of the wall,
the march of a purpose that will not fall.
It means the testing of great and small,
The temper of things that will break or bend,
The courage that lasts to the very end.
