Maltbie Davenport Babcock
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift;
Shu not the struggle-face it; 'tis God's gift.
Say not, "The days are evil. Who's to blame?"
And fold the hand and acquesce-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.