XXXIX
Saved!
Of tribulation these are theyDenoted by the white;The spangled gowns, a lesser rankOf victors designate.
All these did conquer; but the onesWho overcame most timesWear nothing commoner than snow,No ornament but palms.
Surrender is a sort unknownOn this superior soil;Defeat, an outgrown anguish,Remembered as the mile
Our panting ankle barely gainedWhen night devoured the road;But we stood whispering in the house,And all we said was “Saved”!