The mountains that enfold the vale <br />With walls of granite, steep and high, <br />Invite the fearless foot to scale <br />Their stairway toward the sky. <br /> <br />The restless, deep, dividing sea <br />That flows and foams from shore to shore, <br />Calls to its sunburned chivalry, <br />"Push out, set sail, explore!" <br /> <br />And all the bars at which we fret, <br />That seem to prison and control, <br />Are but the doors of daring, set <br />Ajar before the soul. <br /> <br />Say not, "Too poor," but freely give; <br />Sigh not, "Too weak," but boldly try, <br />You never can begin to live <br />Until you dare to die.<br /><br />Henry Van Dyke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doors-of-daring/
