Poem by Madison Julius Cawein

Victory

Though dead the flower,
That, from her tower,
Love flung you in some perfect hour:
Though quenched the light,
That, on the height,
Faith built, a beacon in the fight:
Though gone the star,
That, seen afar,
Hope lit to guide you through the war:
Yet draw your sword,
And shout your word,
And plunge into the battling horde!
Give Fate the lie!
And, live or die,
Yours, yours shall be the victory!

1. In the Mountains
2. The Iron Cross
3. Riders in the Night
4. Semper Idem
5. The Battle

Henry Lawson Victory ("The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride")

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