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Triumph may be of several kinds.
There 's triumph in the room / When that old imperator, Death, / By faith is overcome.
There 's triumph of the finer mind / When truth, affronted long, / Advances calm to her supreme, / Her God her only throng.
A triumph when temptation's bribe / Is slowly handed back, / One eye upon the heaven renounced / And one upon the rack.
Severer triumph, by himself / Experienced, who can pass / Acquitted from that naked bar, / Jehovah's countenance!