 | Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper |  |
69
Fact.
The die is cast,—be satisfied;
The chance is past,—be still:
For this, no more Occasion's tide
Can waft thee good or ill;
The hour is gone, the deed is done,
And all the battle lost or won.
The chance is past,—be still:
For this, no more Occasion's tide
Can waft thee good or ill;
The hour is gone, the deed is done,
And all the battle lost or won.
Stand on the Fact in patience strong,
And never nurse regret;
Bid this stern Present, right or wrong,
That dreamy Past forget;
And work with all thy skill and power
The living duties of the hour.
And never nurse regret;
Bid this stern Present, right or wrong,
That dreamy Past forget;
And work with all thy skill and power
The living duties of the hour.
70
All else is nought, all else is dead,
Disguise it as we may;
Causes with yesterday have sped,
Results are here to-day;
Take them, and use them as ye can
Right loyally for God and Man.
Disguise it as we may;
Causes with yesterday have sped,
Results are here to-day;
Take them, and use them as ye can
Right loyally for God and Man.
The Thought that was not born a Thing
Is only false Romance;
Reality is Nature's King,
Unfearing change or chance;
When men can stand upon a Fact,
Duty shows clear, and Faith may act.
Is only false Romance;
Reality is Nature's King,
Unfearing change or chance;
When men can stand upon a Fact,
Duty shows clear, and Faith may act.
| Lyrics: By Martin F. Tupper | |