I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the Battle of Life,- The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife:. The hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the broken in heart, Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part.
And all but their faith overthrown.
Ah me! the vision has vanished, The music has died away!
Of every noble work the silent part is best, Of all expression that which can not be expressed.
The Poet in his Art Must intimate the whole, and say the smallest part.
I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the Battle of Life,- The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife:. The hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the broken in heart, Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part.