Ofttimes in rough, hard ways, with bleeding feet―
Must fight with dragons, must bewail their dead,
And fierce Apollyon face to face must meet.
thou whose little life was but a span?
Ah, think it not! In all his diadem―
No star shines brighter than the kingly man―
Who grandly conquers, or as grandly dies,
And the white banner of his manhood bears
Through all the years uplifted to the skies!
What crown resplendent for his brow be fit!
O child, if earthly life be bitter-sweet,
Hast thou not something missed in missing it?
―Julia C. R. Dorr
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