A VERSE OF PROSE
w t • STEEL. Here, in heat and clangour, steel is born. This cold relentless steel, this hard salvation, This sword, this wing, this buckler of a nation! Dear God, how have I changed; for I have sworn To lay steel to my soul and, tempered, tread Till life be won, lest, living, I am dead. —Ruth Evans, in the “Observer,” London.
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Te Awamutu Courier, Volume 62, Issue 4430, 26 May 1941, Page 4
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65A VERSE OF PROSE Te Awamutu Courier, Volume 62, Issue 4430, 26 May 1941, Page 4
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