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 O 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.
Maltbie Babcock (d. 1901)