A VERSE OF PROSE
THE SPIRIT OF MANHOOD. Give me a spirit that on life’s rough sea Loves to have his sail filled with a lusty wind; Until his sailyards tremble, his masts crack, And his rapt ship runs on her side so low That she drinks water and her keel ploughs air. There is no danger to a man who knows What life and death is. There’s not any law Exceeds his knowledge. Nor is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law Who to himself is a law rational. —George Chapman.
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Te Awamutu Courier, Volume 62, Issue 4403, 17 March 1941, Page 4
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95A VERSE OF PROSE Te Awamutu Courier, Volume 62, Issue 4403, 17 March 1941, Page 4
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