We are not here to play, to draw to drift
We have hard work to do and loads to lift
Shun not the struggle, face it, its God’s gift.
Say not the days are evil— who’s to blame?
And fold the hands and acquiesce— O shame!
Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God’s Name.
It matters not how deep entrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day, how long;
Faint not, fight on! Tomorrow comes the song.
(Maltbie D. Babcock in “Thoughts for Everyday Living”, 1901 A.D.)