AT THE END OF THE DAY BY RICHARD HOVEY There is no escape by the river, For our hearts shall not give way. Here's to a dark to-morrow, And here's to a brave to-day! The tale of their hosts is countless, And the tale of ours a score; But the palm is naught to the dauntless, And the cause is more and more. Give a cheer! We may die, but not give way. Here's to a silent morrow, And here's to a stout to-day! God has said: "Ye shall fail and perish; I shall keep in my heart and cherish For the soul shall not give way. Here's to the greater to-morrow That is born of a great to-day! Now shame on the craven truckler For our joy shall not give way. THE KINGS BY LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY A man said unto his angel: "The terrible Kings are on me, Then said to the man his angel: "As judged by the little judges "Thy will is the very, the only, "Tho' out of the past they gather, "And Grief, in a cloud of banners, And ringleted Vain Desires, And Vice, with the spoils upon him Of thee and thy beaten sires, "While Kings of eternal evil "To fear not sensible failure, |