Say not the Struggle Nought Availeth
Arthur Hugh Clough
1819 to 1861
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If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
Say not, the struggle nought availeth,
When daylight comes, comes in the light,
And, but for you, possess the field.
For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
But westward, look, the land is bright.
And as things have been they remain.
It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
And not by eastern windows only,