Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
Victory-1918
Stupendous was the hour and way That glorious Victory came: God's finger left upon that day An aureole of flame. For though brave banners were unfurled Along her conquering course, Yet Victory's message to the world Was one of moral force. No thundering car with rolling drum, And fettered foes beside, Proclaimed that Victory had come Intolerant in her pride. She came as might a noble queen, Across the blood-stained sod; And on her beauteous brow was seen The Majesty of God. No thought of prowess or of might Shone on her earnest face; But justified, triumphant right Gave her a solemn grace. O Victory! Since man had birth Upon Time's troubled shore, You never turned upon the earth So fair a mien before!
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