document.write("Not they who soar, but they who plod<br />Their rugged way, unhelped, to God<br />Are heroes; they who higher fare,<br />And, flying, fan the upper air,<br />Miss all the toil that hugs the sod.<br />\\\'Tis they whose backs have felt the rod,<br />Whose feet have pressed the path unshod,<br />May smile upon defeated care,<br />          Not they who soar.<br /><br />High up there are no thorns to prod,<br />Nor boulders lurking \\\'neath the clod<br />To turn the keenness of the share,<br />For flight is ever free and rare;<br />But heroes they the soil who\\\'ve trod,<br />          Not they who soar!");