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MOODS OF THE SOUL: 2. IN TIME OF DEFEAT by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON

First Line: YES, HERE IS UNDISGUISED DEFEAT
Last Line: FOR THIS DARK BLOT UPON THE PAST.

YES, here is undisguised defeat --
You say, "No further fight to lose."
With colors in the dust, 't is meet
That tears should flow and looks accuse.

I echo every word of ruth
Or blame: yet have I lost the right
To praise with you the unfaltering Truth,
Whose power -- save in me -- has might?

Another day, another man:
I am not @3now@1 what I have been;
Each grain that through the hour-glass ran
Rescued the sinner from his sin.

The Future is my constant friend;
Above all children born to her
Alike her rich affections bend --
She, the unchiding comforter.

Perhaps on her unsullied scroll
(Who knows?) there may be writ at last
A fairer record of the soul
For this dark blot upon the Past.



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