Yea, we despair. Because the night is long, And all arms weary with the endless fight
With blind, black forces of insulted law
Which we continually disobey,
And know not how to honor if we would.
How can we fight when every effort fails,
And the vast before us still
Headed as thickly as at dawn of day,
Fierce as when evening fell on us at war?
We are aweary, and no help appears;
No light, no knowledge, no sure way to kill
Our ancient enemy. Let us give o’er!
We do but fight with fate! Lay down your arms!
Retreat! Surre............