Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth

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Say not the Struggle Naught availeth
by Arthur Hugh Clough
The poem is about determination and hope in the face of adversity

SAY not the struggle naught availeth,
The labour 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 conceal'd,
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,
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!

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.