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 /> <br />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 /> <br />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 /> <br />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 /><br />Arthur Hugh Clough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/say-not-the-struggle-naught-availeth/
