| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXI. Interlude
Epochs
x. Victory | | By 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, | 5 |
| Strong from life’s miracles, now turns toward death…. | |
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| 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. | 10 |
| Much must be reconciled, much justified, | |
| And yet she feels she will be satisfied. | | | | |
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