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   'SAY NOT THE STRUGGLE NOUGHT AVAILETH' 
   by 
   Arthur Hugh Clough 


   Say not the struggle nought availeth, 
         The labor 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, possess the field. 

    For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, 
         Seem here no painful inch to gain 
    Far back through 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. 


   And one of my favourite songs of all time. 

   



   As I imagine Terry Pratchett saying, "Still kicking and screaming and complaining, so the 'ol bugger ain't got me yet; still ahead of the game then." 


    Goddess watch over us all,

    

    Kerk TehKek

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