Of Tribulation, these are They,
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English
Of Tribulation, these are They,
Denoted by the White —
The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank
Of Victors — designate —
All these — did conquer —
But the ones who overcame most times —
Wear nothing commoner than Snow —
No Ornament, but Palms —
Surrender — is a sort unknown —
On this superior soil —
Defeat — an outgrown Anguish —
Remembered, as the Mile
Our panting Ankle barely passed —
When Night devoured the Road —
But we — stood whispering in the House —
And all we said — was "Saved"!
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It swallows substance up —
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