Victory
Tis done
the task is done
but ere I saw it through
I came upon
what seemed to me
a shade of darkest hue
It stood
a jungle
through which there was no path
I turned
and would have gone
but wait, a voice, “hold fast"
So faint
I scarcely heard
but still again it came
"come
follow me
if thou would heritage claim”
And then
before me there
a light that pierced the gloom
I followed
picking my way
and soon the victory won!
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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