The Battle

Kftiír the ba! Lie- poaeeJ Iï;it for turnt' men Tlie battlo lasts tiil death: all elTorts lad In These to yrief and bitlermiss; aud wben IJnconquered, thoufjl theyfall and tuint andbleed, Their souls aro meltled for eomo blacker stril'e. They struggle bravoly for an inch ol' life. These are tho hapless ones - or so we tluem Our brothers who must eilher iight or die. Yet he that ever swam an anirry streain And reached flrm sliore knows more tban you orlIf we are joyous in unruffled days- That hojie which grows f rom grief und struggle i stays. They are not hapless. In tlieir lieart of hearts They know the deepest faith that life can give. : Their living is no piayinc of old parts. In the wide wisdom of the gods they live, For thoy have conquered where the tniliiona failTheir shin of life is stronger for tho eale.