The battle fought between the Soul
And No Man is the one
Of all the battles prevalent
By far the greater one.
No news of it is had abroad;
Its bodiless campaign
Establishes and terminates,
Invisible, Unknown.
Nor History record it,
As legions of a night
The sunrise scatters,—these
Endure,
Enact, and terminate.
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