Classic Poem

Leave your sorrows for a while
Yield not when a storm's in sight,
Struggle for the distant smile
Of the bright dawn through the night.
Strive, meanwhile your life-bread earning,
In the name of light and learning
Place your honest torch on high!
Though they stamp you with disdain,
Though the crowd in its vexation
Hurls at you, perhaps in vain,
Over-hasty condemnation,
Go! Nor let your courage fail!
Go that trodden path of strife,
Never let your bosom quail
At the storm of struggling life!
To the fallen lend your hand,
Waken those in darkness dreaming,
And as in the crowd you stand,
Hurl the Truth-torch brightly gleaming!