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CLOUGH, Arthur Hugh


Say not the Struggle nought Availeth


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.


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 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.


Where lies the land to which the ship would go?

Where lies the land to which the ship would go?

Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.

And where the land she travels from? Away,

Far, far behind, is all that they can say.


On sunny noons upon the deck's smooth face,

Link'd arm in arm, how pleasant here to pace;

Or, o'er the stern reclining, watch below

The foaming wake far widening as we go.


On stormy nights when wild north-westers rave,

How proud a thing to fight with wind and wave!

The dripping sailor on the reeling mast

Exults to bear, and scorns to wish it past.


Where lies the land to which the ship would go?

Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.

And where the land she travels from? Away,

Far, far behind, is all that they can say.


Through A Glass Darkly


What we, when face to face we see

The Father of our souls, shall be,

John tells us, doth not yet appear;

Ah! did he tell what we are here!


A mind for thoughts to pass into,

A heart for loves to travel through,

Five senses to detect things near,

Is this the whole that we are here?


Rules baffle instincts--instinct rules,

Wise men are bad--and good are fools,

Facts evil--wishes vain appear,

We cannot go, why are we here?


O may we for assurance's sake,

Some arbitrary judgement take,

And wilfully pronounce it clear,

For this or that 'tis we are here?


Or is it right, and will it do,

To pace the sad confusion through,

And say:--It doth not yet appear,

What we shall be, what we are here?


Ah yet, when all is thought and said,

The heart still overrules the head;

Still what we hope we must believe,

And what is given us receive;


Must still believe, for still we hope

That in a world of larger scope,

What here is faithfully begun

Will be completed, not undone.


My child, we still must think, when we

That ampler life together see,

Some true result will yet appear

Of what we are, together, here.