Of Tribulation these are They by Emily Dickinson Lyrics

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Of Tribulation, these are They
Denoted by the White
The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank
Of Victors—designate

All these—did conquer
But the ones who overcame most times
Wear nothing commoner than Snow
No Ornament, but Palms

Surrender—is a sort unknown
On this superior soil
Defeat—an outgrown Anguish
Remembered, as the Mile

Our panting Ankle barely passed
When Night devoured the Road
But we—stood whispering in the House
And all we said—was "Saved"!