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Poem March 26, 1932 Issue

The Victor

MARION SUSAN CAMPBELL

Who cometh down the narrow street,
With such a quiet tread,
And walketh as a conqueror
With thorns around his head?

He bears no blossoming hawthorn bough
But just a naked tree,
And yet he moveth up the hill
As one to victory?

So silently he passes by
And no word ever saith?
It is sweet love—triumphantly
Gone forth to conquer death!

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