Defeated Poem by James Ephraim McGirt
Defeated
Vain and defeated each effort of life,
Feeble and hoary, sick of the strife,
But yet in my bosom a spirit says, 'rise,'
A voice calling onward out of the skies.
Though wounded in battle, bleeding I lay,
I hear the voice calling, and strive to obey.
And make my last effort the battle to gain;
Ah! death is upon me, I struggle in vain.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
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