Weekly Contest
Classic poem of the day
You have no enemies, you say?
Alas! my friend, the boast is poor;
He who has mingled in the fray
Of duty, that the brave endure,
Must have made foes! If you have none,
Small is the work that you have done.
You've hit no traitor on the hip,
You've dashed no cup from perjured lip,
You've never turned the wrong to right,
You've been a coward in the fight.
member poem of the day
H-ope lifts flagging spirits when times are tough,
U-se it wisely without delay for the many
M-illions with no future or likely stake in earthly things,
A-nd those of little prospect who struggle badly,
N-ever give up on them for they are counting on us.
