However the battle is ended, <br />Though proudly the victor comes <br />With fluttering flags and prancing 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 to 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 />Tho' the enemy seems to have won, <br />Tho' his ranks are strong, if he be in the wrong <br />The battle is not yet done; <br />For, as sure as the morning follows <br />The darkest hour of the night, <br />No question is ever settled <br />Until it is settled right. <br /> <br />O man bowed down with labor! <br />O woman, 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/an-inspiration/
