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hold the little gained; The loss; the doubt; the shaken heart; The stubborn; 

groping      slow     recovery!     But    looking     backward       toward     the   dim 

beginnings; You that despair; Hath he not climbed and conquered? Look 

backward       and   all's  Victory!   What    coward     looks   forward     and   foresees 



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defeat? 

                                                III 

     Who climbed beside him; and who fought And suffered and was glad? 

Is she a lesser thing than he; Who stained the slopes with bloody feet; or 

stood   Beside   him   on   some   hard…won   eminence   of   hope   Exulting   as   the 

bold dawn swept A harper hand along the ringing hills? Flesh of his flesh; 

and of his soul the soul; Hath she not fought; hath she not climbed? 

     And how is she a lesser thing? Nay; if she ever was 'Twas we that 

made her so; who called her queen But kept her slave。 

                                                IV 

     Had she not courage for the fight? Hath she not courage for the years 

to come? Hath she not courage who descends alone (How pitifully alone; 

except      for  Love!)     Where      man's    thought     even    falters   that   would 

follow;   Into   the   shadowy   abyss   (Through   vast   and   murmurous   caverns 

dark    with        crowding   dread   And       terrible   with   hovering    wings);   To 

battle there with Death?to battle There with Death; and wrest from him; 

O Conqueror and Mother; Life! 

       V 

     Hath she too long dwelt dream…bound in the world                     of love; 

     Unconscious of the sterner throes; The more austere; impersonal; wide 

faith;   The   urge   that   drives   Christs   to   the   cross   Not   for   the   love   of   one 

beloved; But for the love of all? If so; she wakes! Wakes and demands a 

share in all man's bolder              destinies; The high; audacious ventures of 

the soul That thinks to scale the bastioned slopes And strike stark Chaos 

from   his   throne。   We   still   stand   in   the   dawn   of   time。   Not   meanly   let   us 

stand   nor  shaken   with low            doubts!   For  there  beyond   the verge  and 

margin   of   gray   cloud   The   future   thrills   with   promise And   the   skies   are 

tremulous      with   golden     light;  She    too  would     share   those    victories; 

Comrade;   and   more   than   comrade;   New   times;   new   needs   confront   us 

now; We must evolve new powers To battle with; We must go forward 

now together; Or perchance we fail! 

     ENVOI 



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                              A LITTLE WHILE 



    A little   while   the   tears   and   laughter; The   willow  and the   rose A 

little while; and what comes after          No man knows。 

    An hour to sing; to love and linger 。 。 。           Then lutanist and lute Will 

fall on silence; song and singer         Both be mute。 

     Our gods from our desires we fashion。 。 。 。            Exalt our baffled lives; 

And dream their vital bloom and passion             Still survives; 

    But when we're done with mirth and weeping;                With myrtle; rue; and 

rose; Shall Death take Life into his keeping? 。 。 。          No man knows。 

    What   heart   hath   not;   through   twilight   places;   Sought   for   its   dead 

again To gild with love their pallid faces? 。 。 。        Sought in vain! 。 。 。 

     Still mounts the Dream on shining pinion 。 。 。             Still broods the dull 

distrust 。 。 。 Which shall have ultimate dominion;            Dream; or dust? 

    A little while with grief and laughter;           And then the day will close; 

The shadows gather 。 。 。 what comes after            No man knows! 



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