Worth remembering

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.

Say not the struggle nought availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.

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.

Say not the Struggle nought Availeth, Arthur Hugh Clough

Author: David Williams

Academic, Catholic theologian, Apple geek. Husband to the fantabulous Emily (@viola_illyria). Fan of cats and coffee. All views are my own.