Say not the struggle nought 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 concealed,Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly … Continue reading Poetry – Say Not the Struggle Nought Availeth