_Under the Disaster of the Second Manassas_ <br /> <br />They take no shame for dark defeat <br />While prizing yet each victory won, <br />Who fight for the Right through all retreat, <br />Nor pause until their work is done. <br />The Cape-of-Storms is proof to every throe; <br />Vainly against that foreland beat <br />Wild winds aloft and wilder waves below: <br />The black cliffs gleam through rents in sleet <br />When the livid Antarctic storm-clouds glow.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fortitude-of-the-north/
