The Duck Pond Splash Down

Do not waver under the eclipsed sky,
Where shadows rule and douse the day’s bright flame;
Strive, strive against the smothering of light.

Though leaders at their councils know the lie,
Because their words have forged no peace, they
Do not waver under the eclipsed sky.

Just men, last to stand by, sighing why
Their staunch deeds might have shone in a freer frame,
Strive, strive against the smothering of light.

Bold souls who chased and hailed the dawn on high,
And learn, too late, they mourned it in their game,
Do not waver under the eclipsed sky.

Worn men, near dusk, who see with tearful eye
Blind hopes could blaze like stars and claim the day,
Strive, strive against the smothering of light.

And you, my friend, there on the fraught front line,
Charge, defy, now with your stern tears, I pray.
Do not waver under the eclipsed sky.
Strive, strive against the smothering of light.