With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for conquer'd and slain persons.… - Walt Whitman

Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit
in which they are won.

Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall... battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won,

Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
I also say it is good to fall,
Battles are lost in the same spirit
In which they are won

I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

he can make every word he speaks draw blood,

Here is the test of wisdom,
Wisdom is not finally tested in schools,
Wisdom cannot be pass’d from one having it to another not having it,
Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof,
Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content,
Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the excellence of things;
Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes it out of the soul.

All music is what awakes within us
when we are reminded by the instruments;
It is not the violins or the clarinets -
It is not the beating of the drums -
Nor the score of the baritone singing
his sweet romanza; not that of the men's chorus,
Nor that of the women's chorus -
It is nearer and farther than they