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  • Artist Info: SAY not the struggle naught availeth, <br />
    The labour and the wounds are vain, <br />
    The enemy faints not, nor faileth, <br />
    And as things have been they remain.<br />
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    If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; <br />
    It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd, <br />
    Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, <br />
    And, but for you, possess the field.<br />
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    For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, <br />
    Seem here no painful inch to gain, <br />
    Far back, through creeks and inlets making, <br />
    Comes silent, flooding in, the main.<br />
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    And not by eastern windows only, <br />
    When daylight comes, comes in the light; <br />
    In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! <br />
    But westward, look, the land is bright!<br />
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    I got interested in this guy because of his mention in Pearl Buck's book Pavilion of Women, which was also the book I wrote my thesis about to get my bachelor of arts degree. Good poetry here, with a great message.
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