Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth

Say not the struggle naught availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth And as things have been, things remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke concealed Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, posses the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking Seem here no painful inch to gain Far back through the creeks and inlets making Came, 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. http://exagminations.tripod.com/id27.html http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20081223221740AA9bYUw