Ella Wheeler Wilcox
However the battle is ended,
     Though proudly the victor comes
With fluttering flags and prancing nags
     And echoing roll of drums,
Still truth proclaims this motto
     In letters of living light,—
No question is ever settled
     Until it is settled right.
 
Though the heel of the strong oppressor
     May grind the weak in the dust;
And the voices of fame with one acclaim
     May call him great and just,
Let those who applaud take warning.
     And keep this motto in sight,—
No question is ever settled
     Until it is settled right.
 
Let those who have failed take courage;
     Though the enemy seems to have won,
Though his ranks are strong, if he be in the wrong
     The battle is not yet done;
For, sure as the morning follows
     The darkest hour of the night,
No question is ever settled
     Until it is settled right.
 
O man bowed down with labour!
     O woman young, yet old!
O heart oppressed in the toiler’s breast
     And crushed by the power of gold
Keep on with your weary battle
     Against triumphant might;
No question is ever settled
     Until it is settled right.
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