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 the little things: Knows not the livid loneliness of fear, Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear The sound of wings. How 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 resistless day, And count it fair.