Ventures Into Verse / Being various ballads, ballades, rondeaux, triolets, songs, quatrains, odes and roundels, all rescued from the potters' field of old files and here given decent burial

by H. L. Mencken

There was a man that fought for the right,

And never a friend had he,

'Till after the dark there dawned the light

And the world could know and see;

Oh, long was the fight and comfortless,

But great was the fighter's pride,

And a victor he rose from the storm and stress—

And after awhile he died.

Oh, great was the fame but newly found

Of the man that fought alone!