Once I saw mountains angry, <br />And ranged in battle-front. <br />Against them stood a little man; <br />Aye, he was no bigger than my finger. <br />I laughed, and spoke to one near me, <br />"Will he prevail?" <br />"Surely," replied this other; <br />"His grandfathers beat them many times." <br />Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers -- <br />At least, for the little man <br />Who stood against the mountains.<br /><br />Stephen Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-i-saw-mountains-angry/
