In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.Arthur Hugh Clough (1819-1861) English poet
“Say Not The Struggle Naught Availeth” (1849)
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.Arthur Hugh Clough (1819-1861) English poet
“Say Not The Struggle Naught Availeth” (1849)
