At The End Of The Day.

There is no escape by the river,     There is no flight left by the fen;     We are compassed about by the shiver     Of the night of their marching men.     Give a cheer!     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;     But the thrill ye have felt to-night     I shall keep in my heart and cherish     When the worlds have passed in night."     Give a cheer!     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     And the puling things that mope!     We've a rapture for our buckler     That outwears the wings of hope.     Give a cheer!     For our joy shall not give way.     Here's in the teeth of to-morrow     To the glory of to-day!