TRIUMPH.
Triumph may be of several kinds.
There 's triumph in the room When that old imperator, Death, By faith is overcome.
There 's triumph of the finer mind When truth, affronted long, Advances calm to her supreme, Her God her only throng.
A triumph when temptation's bribe Is slowly handed back, One eye upon the heaven renounced And one upon the rack.
Severer triumph, by himself Experienced, who can pass Acquitted from that naked bar, Jehovah's countenance!