Poems (Rumell)/The battle invisible
THE BATTLE INVISIBLE
Ah! We may sing of that conquering hero,And of the mighty battles that he has won.Tis true, that, full many lies under the snow,Whose great victories, must go unsung.
But what shall we say, of the conquering hero,Whose only battlefield, is his own great soul?Where Ambition calls, still a burning glow,And lures him on, with a finger of gold.
Whose only warriors, are Love and Duty,They who will not bow down nor fawn;In whose bosom, lies the secret of all beauty,And who will struggle for victory, till dawn.
When you've fought life's battles, with Duty and Love,Against Ambition, lust or the lure of gold,You may claim of the angel, the blessing above,As did the faithful prophet, of old.
Your battles, victories, maybe unseen, unsung,All the days of your years prove miserable.But your poise and strength, to a few in the throng,Prove, you've fought and won, the Battle Invisible!