My Triumph.
Sweeter than any song. My songs that found no tongue; Nobler than any fact. My wish that failed of act. Others shall sing the song. Others shall right the wring; Finish what I begin. And all I fail of win. What matter for they? Mine or another’s day. So the right word be said. And life the sweeter made. Ring, bells in unreared steeples. The joy of unborn peoples! Sound, trumpets far-off blown, Your triumph is my own! Parcel and part of all. I keep the festival. Fore-reach the good to he. And share the victory. —D. Wither. ft ft ft ft ft
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXVI, Issue 23, 9 June 1906, Page 16
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105My Triumph. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXVI, Issue 23, 9 June 1906, Page 16
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