Thou art the victor, Love!

Thou art the fearless, the crown’d, the free,

The strength of the battle is given to thee—

The spirit from above!

Thou hast look’d on Death, and smiled!

Thou hast borne up the reed-like and fragile form

Through the waves of the fight, through the rush of the storm,

On field, and flood, and wild!

No!—Thou art the victor, Death!

Thou comest, and where is that which spoke,