I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the Battle of Life,—The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife….The hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the broken in heart,Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part.
William Wetmore StoryAnd all but their faith overthrown.
William Wetmore StoryAh me! the vision has vanished,The music has died away!
William Wetmore StoryOf every noble work the silent part is best,Of all expression that which can not be expressed.
William Wetmore StoryThe Poet in his ArtMust intimate the whole, and say the smallest part.
William Wetmore Story