Maltbie Davenport Babcock, Aug 1858 - May 1901
Be Strong
Be strong
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift;
Shun not the struggle—face it; ’tis God’s gift
Be strong
Say not, “the days are evil. Who’s to blame?”
And fold the hand and acquiesce – oh shame!
Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God’s name
Be strong
It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day how long;
Faint not—fight on! To –morrow comes the song
我得承认，只有读诗和写诗的时候我才最诚实，
那种羞涩和安静，在角落里的，远没有白天的时候的咋咋呼呼，整洁和明亮，无妄无伤。
其实，生活中应该没有受害者的，完全是在于你有没有爱那些最纯净的心灵和真相。
有一些人，我是一辈子也不愿意伤害的。而且永远仰仗，你心灵上最接近阳光的地方。