VICTORIES OF THE HEART by "A Soldier's Wife"
There's not a stately hall, There's not a cottage fair, That proudly stands on Southern soil, Or softly nestles there, But in its peaceful walls With wealth or comfort blessed, A stormy battle fierce hath raged In gentle woman's breast. There Love, the true, the brave, The beautiful, the strong, Wrestles with Duty, gaunt and stern,-- Wrestles and struggles long. He falls, no more again His giant foe to meet; Bleeding at every opening vein, Love falls at Duty's feet. O Daughter of the South! No victor's crown be thine, Not thine upon the tented field In martial pomp to shine; But with unfaltering trust In Him who rules on high, To deck thy loved ones for the fray, And send them forth to die. She, the tried, the true, The loving wife of years, Chokes down the rising agony, Drives back the starting tears; "I yield thee up," she cries, "In the country's cause to fight; Strike for our own, our children's home And God defend the right." O Daughter of the South! When our fair land is free, When peace her lovely mantle throws Softly o'er land and sea, History shall tell how thou Hast nobly borne thy part, And won the proudest triumph yet -- The victory of the heart.
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