Arthur Hugh Clough Quote

In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.


Say Not the Struggle Nought Availeth, st. 4.


In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.

In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.

In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.

In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.