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My Portion is Defeattoday
A paler luck than Victory
Less Paeansfewer Bells
The Drums don't follow Mewith tunes
Defeata somewhat slowermeans
More Arduous than Balls
'Tis populous with Bone and stain
And Men too straight to stoop again,
And Piles of solid Moan
And Chips of Blankin Boyish Eyes
And scraps of Prayer
And Death's surprise,
Stamped visiblein Stone
There's somewhat prouder, over there
The Trumpets tell it to the Air
How different Victory
To Him who has itand the One
Who to have had it, would have been
Contenderto die