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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Say Not, the Struggle Naught Availeth
By Arthur Hugh Clough (1819–1861)
 
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;        5
  It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e’en now the fliers,
  And but for you, possess the field.
 
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.
 
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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