We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;
We have hard work to do and loads to lift.
Shun not the struggle, face it, 'tis God's gift.
It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day, how long,
Faint not; fight on! Tomorrow comes the song.
Taken from Betty Lee Skinner's book Daws, page 145.