Strive not to say the whole! The Poet, in his Art, Must intimate the whole, and say the smallest part. - William Wetmore Story

They only the victory win,
Who have fought the good fight, and have vanquished the demon that tempts us within;
Who have held to their faith unseduced by the prize that the world holds on high;
Who have dared for a high cause to suffer, resist, fight,—if need be, to die.

But the gray and the cold are haunted
By a beauty akin to pain,—
By the sense of a something wanted,
That will never come again.

Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet,
Thine odor, like a key,
Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let
A thought of sorrow free.