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Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

Epochs. x. Victory

Emma Lazarus (1849–1887)

HOW strange, in some brief interval of rest,

Backward to look on her far-stretching past.

To see how much is conquered and repressed,

How much is gained in victory at last!

The shadow is not lifted,—but her faith,

Strong from life’s miracles, now turns toward death….

Nor will Death prove an all-unwelcome guest;

The struggle has been toilsome to this end,

Sleep will be sweet, and after labour rest,

And all will be atoned with him to friend.

Much must be reconciled, much justified,

And yet she feels she will be satisfied.