 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
SONNET.
Aye! they may talk of conquerors, and tellOf trophies that adorned a Cæsar's car,
And spread his glory to the world afar,
Until his name becomes as 'twere a spell
To wake the hearts of nations. It is well
That men should be thus roused; but are there not
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Of him who turns, when passion's hosts rebel,
Undaunted to the conflict? when the heart
Against itself in warfare must arise,
Till, one by one, the joys of life depart,
And e'en the hope that nerved the spirit dies!
Yet not to him are earthly honors given;
Enough if conquest win th' approving smile of Heaven.
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |