PUSH ONWARD
No matter if your heart be weary,
No matter if your hopes be dreary;
Through an avalanche of hopes, and fears, and ills,
And stubborn critics, and harsh opposing wills,—
Push onward; you will win at last!
No use to say you are defeated,—
You’ve fought too far to be retreated;
For you ahead a rose wreathed laurel lies,
Accomplished hopes and victory’s valiant prize,—
Push onward; you will win at last!
O soul of man, most burden laden,
Know thou that fortune stands, a coyish maiden
Who hides beneath her frowns that wished-for smile
She waits to shower on you just all the while,—
Push onward; you will win at last!