Lo! Victress on the Peaks!

Part of the cluster BATHED IN WAR'S PERFUME.

Lo! Victress on the Peaks!

Lo! Victress on the peaks! Where thou, with mighty brow, regarding the world, (The world, O Libertad, that vainly conspired against
thee;) Out of its countless, beleaguering toils, after thwarting
them all;) Dominant, with the dazzling sun around thee, Flauntest now unharm'd, in immortal soundness and
bloom—lo! in these hours supreme, No poem proud, I, chanting, bring to thee—nor mastery's
rapturous verse; But a book, containing night's darkness, and blood-
dripping wounds, And psalms of the dead.

Part of the cluster BATHED IN WAR'S PERFUME.