Nay, not with eloquent word or thought,
From mouths of wonderful men,
But deep in a walled-up woman’s heart—
Of woman that would not yield,
But patiently, silently bore her part—
Lo! there in that battlefield.
No marshaling troop, no bivouac song;
No banner to gleam and wave;
And oh! these battles they last so long—
From babyhood to the grave!