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Of Tribulation, these are They
Denoted by the White
The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank
Of Victors—designate
All these—did conquer
But the ones who overcame most times
Wear nothing commoner than Snow
No Ornament, but Palms
Surrender—is a sort unknown
On this superior soil
Defeat—an outgrown Anguish
Remembered, as the Mile
Our panting Ankle barely pa**ed
When Night devoured the Road
But we—stood whispering in the House
And all we said—was "Saved"!