Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
The Ballot
So you are through with it, Through with the strain of the fight, And the ballot is won-- Now what will you do with it? How will you prove you were right In the things said and done? Oh, in the use of it, Now must you speak to the race What the race needs to hear. Let no abuse of it (Seeking for honours and place) Give the world cause to sneer. You have talked loud and long, Voicing a Cause that was right And a claim that was just. Let no least cloud of wrong Rise now to shadow your light-- Oh, be true to your trust! Out of the strain of strife, Out of earth's brief troubled span, And of all that we do, This makes the gain of life-- Just to fit into God's plan, And to always ring true. Nothing is permanent: Honours or glory or pelf Are but dewdrops at dawn. But in God's firmament Souls that have conquered all self Will for ever shine on.
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