Emily Dickinson - Of Tribulation, these are They lyrics

325 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"!