Poem April 23, 1910 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE VICTOR

MARY J. ELMENDORF.

He lifts his lyre on high
In the heavy stillness around;
He lifts his lyre on high
And smites it in fervent emotion,
Singing with sweetness new-found.
And the dreaming earth, the sky,
And the somnolent ocean
Into choral communion are woven,
To the deeps of their dumbness cloven
By the silver sabres of sound.

He opens the eyes of his soul
Full on the gloom and the blight;
He opens the eyes of his soul,
Unsabled by thought of surrender,
Full on the threatening night.
And the fires of his faith outroll
In a whirlwind of splendor,
Over the foemen flashing,
Over the darkness dashing,
A legion of conquering light.

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