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XVII. TRIUMPH. Triumph may be of several kinds. There 's triumph in the room When that old imperator, Death, By faith is overcome. There 's triumph of the finer mind When truth, affronted long, Advances calm to her supreme, Her God her only throng. VING TRIUMPH TRIUMPH MAY BE OF SEVERAL KINDS THERE'S TRIUMPH IN THE ROOM WHEN THAT OLD IMPERATOR DEATH BY FAITH IS OVERCOME THERE'S TRIUMPH OF THE FINER MIND WHEN TRUTH AFFRONTED LONG ADVANCES CALM TO HER SUPREME HER GOD HER ONLY THRONG
tly for repairs. XIV. I went to heaven, -- 'T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields At the full dew, Beautiful as pictures No man drew. People like the moth, Of mechlin, frames, Duties of gossamer, And eider names. Almost contented I could be 'Mong such unique Society. XV. Their height in heaven comforts not, Their glory nought to me; 'T was best imperfect, as it was; I 'm finite, I can't see. The house of supposition, The glimmering frontier That skirts the acres of perhaps, To me shows insecure. The wealth I had contented me; If 't was a meaner size, Then I had counted it until It pleased my narrow eyes Better than larger values, However true their show; This timid life of evidence Keeps pleading, "I don't know." XVI. There is a shame of nobleness Confronting sudden pelf, -- A finer shame of ecstasy Convicted of itself. A best disgrace a brave man feels, Acknowledged of the brave, -- One more "Ye Blessed" to be told; But this involves the grave. PTING TEARS OBLITERATE THE ETCHINGS TOO COSTLY FOR REPAIRS FOURTEEN I WENT TO HEAVEN TWAS A SMALL TOWN LIT WITH A RUBY LATHED WITH DOWN STILLER THAN THE FIELDS AT THE FULL DEW BEAUTIFUL AS PICTURES NO MAN DREW PEOPLE LIKE THE MOTH OF MECHLIN FRAMES DUTIES OF GOSSAMER AND EIDER NAMES ALMOST CONTENTED I COULD BE MONG SUCH UNIQUE SOCIETY FIFTEEN THEIR HEIGHT IN HEAVEN COMFORTS NOT THEIR GLORY NOUGHT TO ME TWAS BEST IMPERFECT AS IT WAS I'M FINITE I CAN'T SEE THE HOUSE OF SUPPOSITION THE GLIMMERING FRONTIER THAT SKIRTS THE ACRES OF PERHAPS TO ME SHOWS INSECURE THE WEALTH I HAD CONTENTED ME IF TWERE A MEANER SIZE THAN I HAD COUNTED IT UNTIL IT PLEASED MY NARROW EYES BETTER THAN LARGER VALUES HOWEVER TRUE THEIR SHOW THIS TIMID LIFE OF EVIDENCE KEEPS PLEADING I DON'T KNOW SIXTEEN THERE IS A SHAME OF NOBLENESS CONFRONTING SUDDEN PELF A FINER SHAME OF ECSTASY CONVICTED OF ITSELF A BEST DISGRACE A BRAVE MAN FEELS ACKNOWLEDGED OF THE BRAVE ONE MORE YE BLESSED TO BE TOLD BUT THIS INVOLVES THE GRAVE
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