They Shall Not Win

Whatever the strength of our foes is now,
    Whatever it may have been,
This is our slogan, and this our vow -
    They shall not win, they shall not win.

Though out of the darkness they call the aid
    Of the evil forces of Sin,
We utter our slogan unafraid -
    They shall not win, they shall not win.

We know we are right, and know they are wrong,
    So to God above and within -
We make our vow and we sing our song
    They shall not win, they shall not win.

It rises over the shriek of shell,
    And over the cannons' din:
Our slogan shall scatter the hosts of Hell -
    They shall not win, they shall not win.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox was an American author and poet, born on November 5, 1850, and died on October 30, 1919. She was known for her works expressing optimistic views and moral lessons. Her most famous book was 'Poems of Passion'. Her poem 'Solitude' contains the famous lines, 'Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone'. Over her career, Wilcox became popularly known as a 'people's poet'.

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We Must Not Fail.

I.

We must not fail, we must not fail,
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By honour, pride, and policy,
By Heaven itself!--we must be free.


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Time had already thinned our chain,
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Our hearts were not set on fighting,
    We did not pant for the fray,
And whatever wrongs need righting,
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I am the boast of the free,
I am the harbour where ships may rest
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I lighten the path with its ray.
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And let me be ready
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