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Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917.

Richard Hovey

At the End of the Day

THERE is no escape by the river,

There is no flight left by the fen;

We are compassed about by the shiver

Of the night of their marching men.

Give a cheer!

For our hearts shall not give way.

Here’s to a dark to-morrow,

And here’s to a brave to-day!

The tale of their hosts is countless,

And the tale of ours a score;

But the palm is naught to the dauntless,

And the cause is more and more.

Give a cheer!

We may die, but not give way.

Here’s to a silent morrow,

And here’s to a stout to-day!

God has said: “Ye shall fail and perish;

But the thrill ye have felt to-night

I shall keep in my heart and cherish

When the worlds have passed in night.”

Give a cheer!

For the soul shall not give way.

Here’s to the greater to-morrow

That is born of a great to-day!

Now shame on the craven truckler

And the puling things that mope!

We’ve a rapture for our buckler

That outwears the rings of hope.

Give a cheer!

For our joy shall not give way.

Here’s in the teeth of to-morrow

To the glory of to-day!