Victory

Victory

There's a dazzling Victory they call Success, And it borrows the sun's red glare, And heroes of chance in their strange ways press To a stand on the proud heights there, And many are victors and carry the day, And many are they who must fall by the w*.y. Some ride into triumph in purple array, Mid pageantry trophied and strong, With homage reviewing and paving the way, The whole of the journey along, Who scorning the turmoil and rabble and din, Would tell us that victory is easy to win. Some dash on their way after laurel and fame, Who smilingly boast as they go, That no pinnacle there is too lofty an aim For the arrow their wielding can throw; Who soar for a plaudit and fling for a cost, And lo! in the caverns the arrow is lost! Some plod through the furrows of crater and shell, Who harrowed and driven and pressed, Toil on with the legions who never excel, Nor the ranks that "Go over the crest," Who sleep with the lilies at setting of sun, And dream of the victory the heroes have won. Mesa, Arizona Bertha A. Kleinman

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