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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By LaviniaStoddard

53 The Soul’s Defiance

I SAID to Sorrow’s awful storm,

That beat against my breast,

Rage on—thou may’st destroy this form,

And lay it low at rest;

But still the spirit that now brooks

Thy tempest, raging high,

Undaunted on its fury looks

With steadfast eye.

I said to Penury’s meagre train,

Come on—your threats I brave;

My last poor life-drop you may drain,

And crush me to the grave;

Yet still the spirit that endures

Shall mock your force the while,

And meet each cold, cold grasp of yours

With bitter smile.

I said to cold Neglect and Scorn,

Pass on—I heed you not;

Ye may pursue me till my form

And being are forgot;

Yet still the spirit, which you see

Undaunted by your wiles,

Draws from its own nobility

Its high-born smiles.

I said to Friendship’s menaced blow,

Strike deep—my heart shall bear;

Thou canst but add one bitter woe

To those already there;

Yet still the spirit that sustains

This last severe distress

Shall smile upon its keenest pains,

And scorn redress.

I said to Death’s uplifted dart,

Aim sure—oh, why delay?

Thou wilt not find a fearful heart—

A weak, reluctant prey;

For still the spirit, firm and free,

Unruffled by this last dismay,

Wrapt in its own eternity,

Shall pass away.