Poems (1898)/"Victi Resurgunt"
Heroes with eloquent flags unfurled
Have trumpeted loudly their just elation,
But the voice that hath sunk to the heart of the world
Is the voice of renunciation.
It nothing vaunts, nor with idle sound
Perplexes the currents of human feeling,
But speaks with the accent and note profound
Of deep unto deep appealing.
And Earth—who worships her victims slain—
To faith's redeeming doth first awaken,
Recalling who, giving themselves in vain,
Seemed, even in death, forsaken!