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Courage

You may remember Amelia Earhart as the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean, the first person to fly solo across the Pacific, and the first person to cross both oceans alone in an airplane before she vanished mysteriously over the Pacific in July 1937. In addition to her passion for flight, she was also a prolific author. Here is one of her poems. Think about this in the context of her accomplishments.

Courage

 A Poem by Amelia Earhart

 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.

Nor 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.

More about the poems of Amelia Earhart

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