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Success is counted sweetest / By those who ne'er succeed. / To comprehend a nectar / Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host / Who took the flag to-day / Can tell the definition, / So clear, of victory,
As he, defeated, dying, / On whose forbidden ear / The distant strains of triumph / Break, agonized and clear!