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.
~ Charles MacKay (l814-l889)
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