Victory Comes Late

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Victory comes late,
 And is held low to freezing lips
 Too rapt with frost
 To take it.
 How sweet it would have tasted,
 Just a drop!
 Was God so economical?
 His table 's spread too high for us
 Unless we dine on tip-toe.
 Crumbs fit such little mouths,
 Cherries suit robins;
 The eagle's golden breakfast
 Strangles them.
 God keeps his oath to sparrows,
 Who of little love
 
 Know how to starve!

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Duration
00:40
Key
8
Tempo
172 BPM

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