If perchance I am sent to a distant hollow
Sweetest love I ask, with me should you follow?
Will you close your eyes and hold your breath,
take a step into Tomorrow?
Will you grasp my hand and still my heart
purge me of my Sorrow?
-“The Hopeful Appeal” — Minyoung Sohn
Say not the struggle naught availeth
The labor and the wounds are vain
The enemy faints not nor faileth
And as things have been, things remain
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars
It may be in yon smoke concealed
Your comrades chase e’en now the flyers
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 the daylight comes comes in the light
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward look, the land is bright.
– “Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth” — Arthur Hugh Clough