TO THE VICTOR

Man's mind is larger than his brow of tears;

 This hour is not my all of time; this place

My all of earth; nor this obscene disgrace 

My all of life; and thy complacent sneers 

Shall not pronounce my doom to my compeers

 While. the Hereafter lights me in the face, 

And from the Past, as from the mountain's base, 

Rise, as I rise, the long tumultuous cheers. 

And who slays me must overcome a world: 

Heroes at arms, and virgins who became 

Mothers of children, prophecy and song; 

Walls of old cities with their flags unfurled; 

Peaks, headlands, ocean and its isles of fame­

And sun and moon and all that made me strong!