King Hassan, well beloved, was wont to say, When aught went wrong or any project failed: "Tomorrow, friends, will be another day!" And in that faith he slept, and so prevailed. Long live this proverb! While the world shall roll Tomorrows, fresh, shall rise from out the night, And new baptize the indomitable soul With courage for its never-ending fight. No one, I say, is conquered till he yields: And yield he need not, while, like mist from glass, God wipes the stain of life-old battlefields From every morning that he brings to pass. New day, new hope, new courage! Let this be O soul, thy cheerful creed! What's yesterday, With all its shards and wrack and grief, to thee? Forget it, then—here lies the victor's way. |