Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth SAY not the struggle naught availeth, The labor and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase een now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here, no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light, In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright. Arthur Hugh Clough. What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god: the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals... - Tony Benn: Rest in Peace - Rise in Glory.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 07:27:50 +0000
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