The Vanquished Banner
Defeat is such a sacred holy thing,
Furled a banner that will fly no more,
A conquered banner that has stopped to soar,
And hands that to its pole no longer cling.
The heavens veil their faces, - sympathy
pour forth for heroes lying in the dust;
And mourn with the defeated, - oh they must
Pour out their love for vanquished bravery.
Naught has remained of valor and largesse,
Of sacrifice heroic and of glory
The furled flag tells the heart-rending story
And what remains is awesome holiness.
Bow to the furled flag in reverence
A sight so bitter and so melancholy,
And kiss it tenderly for it is holy
Its value in the eyes of God immense.