Which Anguish Was The Utterest--then-- To Perish,

This World Is Not Conclusion. A Sequel Stands Beyond- Invisible, As Music- But Positive, As Sound.

The Morning After Woe- Tis Frequently The Way- Surpasses All That Rose Before- For Utter Jubilee-.

Not One Of All The Purple Host Who Took The Flag To-day Can Tell The Definition So Clear Of Victory, As He, Defeated, Dying, On Whose Forbidden Ear The Distant Strains Of Triumph Break Agonized And Clear.

People Need Hard Times And Oppression To Develop Psychic Muscles.

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.