BELGIUM’S UNCONQUERABLE SOUL.
To the Editor, Sir,—On reading the message of the Belgian Government to King Albert, one could not but be reminded of those noble lines of Henley's, which show that the deathless poet is not he who writes in polished periods, but he who puts in articulate form the wordless feelings of a nation: — Out of the night which covers me. Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever Gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have no winced, nor cried aloud; Under the bludgeonings of hale. My head is bloody but unbowed. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul. I am, etc. L,.
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Southland Times, Issue 17933, 26 January 1917, Page 2
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