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Surrender is a sort unknown On this superior soil; Defeat, an outgrown anguish, Remembered as the mile Our panting ankle barely gained When night devoured the road; But we stood whispering in the house, And all we said was "Saved"! SURRENDER IS A SORT UNKNOWN ON THIS SUPERIOR SOIL DEFEAT AN OUTGROWN ANGUISH REMEMBERED AS THE MILE OUR PANTING ANKLE BARELY GAINED WHEN NIGHT DEVOURED THE ROAD BUT WE STOOD WHISPERING IN THE HOUSE AND ALL WE SAID WAS SAVED
 they noticed me; If I should stab the patient faith So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come, It listening, listening, went to sleep Telling my tardy name, -- My heart would wish it broke before, Since breaking then, since breaking then, Were useless as next morning's sun, Where midnight frosts had lain! XXXVII. VOID. Great streets of silence led away To neighborhoods of pause; Here was no notice, no dissent, No universe, no laws. By clocks 't was morning, and for night The bells at distance called; But epoch had no basis here, For period exhaled. XXXVIII. A throe upon the features A hurry in the breath, An ecstasy of parting Denominated "Death," -- An anguish at the mention, Which, when to patience grown, I 've known permission given To rejoin its own. XXXIX. SAVED! Of tribulation these are they Denoted by the white; The spangled gowns, a lesser rank Of victors designate. All these did conquer; but the ones Who overcame most times Wear nothing commoner than snow, No ornament but palms. D NOT BEAR TO SHUT UNTIL THEY NOTICED ME THEY NOTICED ME IF I SHOULD STAB THE PATIENT FAITH SO SURE I'D COME SO SURE I'D COME IT LISTENING LISTENING WENT TO SLEEP TELLING MY TARDY NAME MY HEART WOULD WISH IT BROKE BEFORE SINCE BREAKING THEN SINCE BREAKING THEN WERE USELESS AS NEXT MORNING SUN WHERE MIDNIGHT FROSTS HAD LAIN THIRTY SEVEN VOID GREAT STREETS OF SILENCE LED AWAY TO NEIGHBORHOODS OF PAUSE HERE WAS NO NOTICE NO DESCENT NO UNIVERSE NO LAWS BY CLOCKS TWAS MORNING AND FOR NIGHT THE BELLS AT DISTANCE CALLED BUT EPOCH HAD NO BASIS HERE FOR PERIOD EXHALED THIRTY EIGHT A THROW UPON THE FEATURES A HURRY IN THE BREATH AN ECSTASY OF PARTING DENOMINATED DEATH AN ANGUISH AT THE MENTION WHICH WHEN TO PATIENCE GROWN I'VE KNOWN PERMISSION GIVEN TO REJOIN ITS OWNIRTY NINE SAVED OF TRIBULATION THESE ARE THEY DENOTED BY THE WHITE THE SPANGLED GOWNS A LESSER RANK OF VICTORS DESIGNATE ALL THESE DID CONQUER BUT THE ONES WHO OVERCAME MOST TIMES WEAR NOTHING COMMONER THAN SNOW NO ORNAMENT BUT PALMS
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