Ethelwyn Wetherald

(26 April 1857 - 9 March 1940 / Rockwood, Ontario)

Pluck - Poem by Ethelwyn Wetherald

Thank God for pluck–unknown to slaves–
The self ne'er of its Self bereft,
Who, when the right arm's shattered, waves
The good flag with the left.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 16, 2010



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