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th; but those who doubt, or hesitate, Condemned to failure, penury, and woe, Seek me in vain and uselessly implore; I answer not, and I return no more. --John James Ingalls. THREE DAYS So much to do; so little done! Ah! yesternight I saw the sun Sink beamless down the vaulted gray-- The ghastly ghost of yesterday. So little done; so much to do! Each morning breaks on conflicts new; But eager, brave, I'll join the fray, And fight the battle of to-day. So much to do; so little done! But when it's o'er--the victory won-- O then, my soul, this strife and sorrow Will end in that great, glad to-morrow! --James Roberts Gilmore. JUSTICE Three men went out one summer night; No care had they or aim. They dined and drank. Ere we go home We'll have, they said, a game. Three girls began that summer night A life of endless shame, And went through drink, disease, and death As swift as racing flame. Lawless, homeless, foul, they died; Rich, loved, and praised, the men. But when they all shall meet with God, And Justice speaks, what then? --Stopford Augustus Brooke. OPPORTUNITY IMPROVED This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream: There spread a cloud of dust along a plain; And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes. A craven hung along the battle's edge, And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel-- That blue blade that the king's son bears--but this Blunt thing----!" he snapt and flung it from his hand, And lowering crept away and left the field. Then came the king's son, wounded, sore bestead, And weaponless, and saw the broken sword, Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand, And ran and snatched it and, with battle-shout Lifted afresh, he hewed his enemy down, And saved a great cause that heroic day. --Edward Rowland Sill. DUM VIVIMUS VIVAMUS Live while you live, the epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the passing day! Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies! Lord, in my views let both united be; I live in pleasure when I live to thee. --Philip Dodd
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