We are not here to play, to dream, to drift; We have hard work to do, and loads to lift; Shun not the
struggle-face it; 'tis God's gift.
Say not, "The days are evil. Who's to blame?" And fold the hands and acquiesce-oh shame! Stand up, speak
out, and bravely, in God's name.
It matters not how deep entrenched the wrong; How hard the battle goes, the day how long; Faint not -
fight on! Tomorrow comes the song.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Found this poem the other day...