Stephen Maria Crane

Here you will find the Poem Ancestry of poet Stephen Maria Crane


ONCE I saw mountains angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
Against them stood a little man;
Ay, he was no bigger than my finger.
I laughed, and spoke to one near me, 
?Will he prevail??
?Surely,? replied this other;
?His grandfathers beat them many times.?
Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers,?
At least, for the little man 
Who stood against the mountains.