Who minglest in the harder strife
For truths which men receive not now,—
Thy warfare only ends with life.
6. A friendless warfare! lingering long
Through weary day and weary year;
A wild and many-weaponed throng
Hang on thy front, and flank, and rear.
7. Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof,
And blench not at thy chosen lot!
The timid good may stand aloof,