There is no failure. Life itself’s a song
Of victory o’er death, and ages long
Have told the story old of triumphs wrought
Unending, from the things once held for naught.
The battle’s over; tho defeated now,
In coming time the waiting world shall bow
Before the throne of Truth that’s builded high
Above the dust of those whose ashes lie
All heedless of the glorious fight they won
When death obscured the light of vict’ry’s sun.