VERSE
IN CHAINS Not only by the holocaust of blood, Of blood and steel, and sweat of tugging arms, Do we attempt to stem the And rear our breastworks hSn at red alarms; But by the sacrificial hours of those Who might have shaped with beauty and with light; The song that no musician shall compose, The stars no lens shall fathom in the night, The towers we might have built, the dance unborn, The drama never shown, the canvas blank Where colour might have blazed, the bookcase shorn, An old rose garden where the weeds grow rank. And this the tragic jest; no choice remains But life deflowered, or a life in chains. —Stanton A. Coblentz.
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Te Awamutu Courier, Volume 66, Issue 5598, 29 March 1943, Page 2
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117VERSE Te Awamutu Courier, Volume 66, Issue 5598, 29 March 1943, Page 2
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