However the battle is ended, <br /> Though proudly the victor comes, <br />With flaunting flags and neighing nags <br /> And echoing roll of drums; <br />Still truth proclaims this motto <br /> In letters of living light, <br />No question is ever settled <br /> Until it is settled right. <br /> <br />Though the heel of the strong oppressor <br /> May grind the weak in the dust, <br />And the voices of fame with one acclaim <br /> May call him great and just; <br />Let those who applaud take warning <br /> And keep this motto in sight, <br />No question is ever settled <br /> Until it is settled right. <br /> <br />Let those who have failed take courage, <br /> Though the enemy seem to have won; <br />If he be in the wrong, though his ranks are strong, <br /> The battle is not yet done. <br />For sure as the morning follows <br /> The darkest hour of night, <br />No question is ever settled <br /> Until it is settled right. <br /> <br />O men, bowed down with labour, <br /> O women, young yet old, <br />O heart, oppressed in the toiler’s breast <br /> And crushed by the power of gold, <br />Keep on with your weary battle <br /> Against triumphant might; <br />No question is ever settled <br /> Until it is settled right.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/settle-the-question-right/
