21 January 2016

Psalm 129:6-7

With thanks to the American Catholic site, a poem for those who train and teach, walk and weed, during these trying times*:

Say not the Struggle nought Availeth
By Arthur Hugh Clough

Say not the struggle nought availeth,
     The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
     And as things have been they remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
     It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
     And, but for you, possess the field.

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.

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.

* The Psalm numbering in the title of the post is the Catholic (i.e., correct) numbering.  Use your Vulgate or Douay-Rheims version.


Jane Chantal said...

Thank you for this, Timman.

Anonymous said...

Thank you. Psalm 129 was the Tract at Mass this past Sunday, so the Latin of 129:1 is up on our homeschool chalkboard right now for the kids to translate and learn.