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Poems and Songs by Bj?rnstjerne Bj?rnson

Chapter 1 SUCCESS.

[Published in "A Masque of Poets"

at the request of "H.H.," the author's

fellow-townswoman and friend.]

Success is counted sweetest

By those who ne'er succeed.

To comprehend a nectar

Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host

Who took the flag to-day

Can tell the definition,

So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,

On whose forbidden ear

The distant strains of triumph

Break, agonized and clear!

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