III.
And the Man with the Race, how he leaps from the woe
Of the battle fields dead and the sorrows they know,—
How he gathers his tents from the dark of the night
Till he finds a sweet home in the gardens of light!
And the Man with the Race, how he leaps from the woe
Of the battle fields dead and the sorrows they know,—
How he gathers his tents from the dark of the night
Till he finds a sweet home in the gardens of light!