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TO THE WINGED VICTORY by MARGARET ELLIS BROWN

First Line: WE FEEL THE RUSH OF WIND, TRIUMPHANT, SWIFT
Last Line: AND CLAIMS IMMORTAL VICTORY FOR THINE OWN.
Subject(s): WELLESLEY COLLEGE;
We feel the rush of wind, triumphant, swift,
That brought thee from the heaven's unconquered height;
We feel the strong air blow, and watch it lift
The curling robe in thy exultant flight.
Swift was thy cleaving of the startled air,
Sure was thy treading of the burning suns,
And glorious rang the message thou didst bear
Of triumph, gift from heaven's unconquered ones.
What though we may not gaze upon thy face,
Nor read in thy glad eyes the victory?
Thine is the sweep of heavenly winds; though space
And time a little dust about thee lie.
A dim eternity that wind has blown,
And claims immortal victory for thine own.



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