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defeated.
VIII.
This final sorrow is the worst;
For courage, youth, and pride are gone.
I cannot face grief as at first,
Defy its sting, and tread it down.
For courage, youth, and pride are gone.
I cannot face grief as at first,
Defy its sting, and tread it down.
IX.
Yet fight I must—I dare not yield;
The clarions blow, the lists are set;
This broken heart, the battle-field
Where love its leaguered foes has met.
The clarions blow, the lists are set;
This broken heart, the battle-field
Where love its leaguered foes has met.
X.
Defeat is sure; the treacherous past
Cripples my arm and pierces sore;
Ghost follows ghost, until the last
Looks with thine eyes, and all is o'er.
Cripples my arm and pierces sore;
Ghost follows ghost, until the last
Looks with thine eyes, and all is o'er.
PRINTED BY WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS, EDINBURGH.
