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1. Say not, 'The stuggle nought availeth; | 1. Say not, 'The stuggle nought availeth; | ||
The labour and the wounds are vain; | The labour and the wounds are vain; | ||
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In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! | In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! | ||
But westward, look! the land is bright. | But westward, look! the land is bright. | ||
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2009-12-26). Score information: A4, 1 page, 19 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Title: Say not the struggle nought availeth
Composer: Samuel Sebastian Wesley
Tune: Grace Dieu
Lyricist: Arthur Hugh Clough
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 98. 98
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard
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Description: Setting of the poem by Arthur Hugh Clough (1819-1861)
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Original text and translations
English text
1. Say not, 'The stuggle nought availeth;
The labour and the wounds are vain;
The enemy faints not nor faileth,
And as things have been, they remain.'
2. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars:
It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase even now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.
3. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
4. And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light;
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly!
But westward, look! the land is bright.