I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the Battle of Life,1 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.
Note 1. Whitman: To a Foiled European Revolutionaire; Now it seems to me, when it can not be helped that defeat is great. [back]