Life by Walt Whitman Lyrics

Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man;
(Have former armies fail'd? then we send fresh armies—and fresh again;)
Ever the grappled mystery of all earth's ages old or new;
Ever the eager eyes, hurrahs, the welcome-clapping hands, the loud
        applause;
Ever the soul dissatisfied, curious, unconvinced at last;
Struggling to-day the same—battling the same.