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As one who strives a hill to climb,
 * Who never climbed before:

Who finds it, in a little time, Grow every moment less sublime,
 * And votes the thing a bore:

Yet, having once begun to try,
 * Dares not desert his quest,

But, climbing, ever keeps his eye On one small hut against the sky,
 * Wherein he hopes to rest: