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. […]


Donald R. McClarey (1546 Posts)