Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The Worlds Best Poetry. Volume III. Sorrow and Consolation. 1904. | | | | IV. Comfort and Cheer | | Despondency Rebuked | | Arthur Hugh Clough (18191861) |
| | | SAY not, the struggle nought availeth, | |
| The labor and the wounds are vain, | |
| The enemy faints not, nor faileth, | |
| And as things have been they remain. | |
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| If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; | 5 |
| It may be, in yon smoke concealed, | |
| Your comrades chase een now the fliers, | |
| And, but for you, possess the field. | |
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| For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, | |
| Seem here no painful inch to gain, | 10 |
| Far back, through creeks and inlets making, | |
| Comes silent, flooding in, the main. | |
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| And not by eastern windows only, | |
| When daylight comes, comes in the light; | |
| In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, | 15 |
| But westward, look, the land is bright. | | | | |
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