Of Tribulation, These Are They
Emily Dickinson
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 passed— When Night devoured the Road— But we—stood whispering in the House— And all we said—was “Saved”!
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