Littell's Living Age/Volume 173/Issue 2243/With Struggle, Strength

my face to the bitter wind, And my heart to the freezing sky; The arrow drift of the sleet may blind And sting as it hurtles by.

Yet with hot blood coursing to either cheek From the strong red heart within, I laugh aloud and sing as I seek My onward way to win.

For the cold and wind and the pelt of rain Are a whip to nerve and limb; And the harden'd frame is aglow again In spite of their fury grim.

Then hurrah! for the leaden day so dark, With its steely sleet and hail! The cumber'd path and the tempest's wrath, In the roaring wall of gale!