Triumphalis

Soul, art thou sad again

With the old sadness?

Thou shalt be glad again

With a new gladness,

When April sun and rain

Mount to the teeming brain

With the earth madness.

When from the mould again,

Spurning disaster,

Spring shoots unfold again,

Follow thou faster

Out of the drear domain

Of dark, defeat, and pain,

Praising the Master.

Hope for thy guide again,

Ample and splendid;

Love at thy side again,

All doubting ended;

( Ah, by the dragon slain,

For nothing small or vain

Michael contended! )

Thou shalt take heart again,

No more despairing;

Play thy great part again,

Loving and caring.

Hark, how the gold refrain

Runs through the iron strain,

Splendidly daring!

Thou shalt grow strong again,

Confident, tender,—

Battle with wrong again,

Be truth's defender,—

Of the immortal train,

Born to attempt, attain,

Never surrender!