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Victory Friend, Lord, I now beseech of you— If you should wish to end That which is between us, To turn away your thoughts, Your face from me: Do not choose the unmanly way Of vengeful ones, The slow extinguishing of life In my shamed body, writhing, bound, The heated stones pressed in My every orifice. No! Rather grant to me The death given By chief to chief At close of just combat. The temple thrust From the far-famed weapon Of your just ancestor, A death swift, clean, and due to me by right! This honour I would ask And take your blow in resignation, Proud to know, … Through woman, … That release, … Was given so, … By man, … To man, … Of old.

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Te Ao Hou, September 1963, Page 9

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121

Untitled Te Ao Hou, September 1963, Page 9

Untitled Te Ao Hou, September 1963, Page 9