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 intrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day how long'
Faint not-fight on! Tomorrow comes the song.
~Maltbie Davenport Babcock