Say not the struggle nought availeth, And as things have been, they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light, -A. H. Clough. 10 15 And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. -Tennyson. 10 15 XXV. WAGES Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song, Paid with a voice flying by to be lost on an endless seaGlory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to right the wrongNay, but she aim'd not at glory, no lover of glory she: Give her the glory of going on, and still to be. 5 The wages of sin is death: if the wages of Virtue be dust, Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly? She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet seats of the just, 10 -Tennyson. XXVI. QUIET WORK One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, Though the loud world proclaim their enmity Of toil unsevered from tranquillity; Yes, while on earth a thousand discords ring, Their glorious tasks in silence perfecting; --M. Arnold. XXVII. RECESSIONAL God of our fathers, known of old— Lord of our far-flung battle-line— The tumult and the shouting dies- An humble and a contrite heart. Far-called our navies melt away- Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Or lesser breeds without the Law- For heathen heart that puts her trust And guarding calls not Thee to guard- Amen. -Rudyard Kipling. 30 |