The Conquerer And His Conquest Poem by Carl Domingo

By strongly will, let wills be will'd
A journey done, the sun hath hid herself
If else the nightly moon herself unfill'd,
The recreant have nought, and I myself-
Thus as in pity sung with strength resist
So poorly done a war that be in grief
What grieving condemnation did assist
That free him be of good health and relief! -
Had swords remember'd been, and arms apprais'd
By common truth should glory-truth commence
Yet day and night ill-words be lay'd in haste
'Achiev'd be tribulation! ' RECOMPENSE! -
The hoúr endéd and that so should lest
The conquerer conquer his own conquest.