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! to-morrow comes the song.
Maltbie Davenport Babcock