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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. - Avg. rating:
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