13 NOVEMBER 1920, Page 14

POETRY.

THE NEW POLONII713.

(Triolet.)

Now be thou Master of the unspoken word,

The spoken word shall Master be of thee!

A deadly weapon! Hold this two-edged sword And be thou Master! . . . Of the unspoken word Shall rise no anger, sire of dieaceord, No ill be born, nor ill-bred rancour be!

Now be thou Master ol the unspoken word, The spoken word shall Master be of theel

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