Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/Unconquered

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DEEM not, O Pain, that thou shalt vanquish me,
 Who know each treacherous pang, each last device,
 Whereby thou barrest the way to Paradise!
Inured to suffer constantly
 Thy joyless fellowship, I gain
 The lessons only taught by Pain,
And know, though broken, that my will
  Subdues thee still!

Man was not born the slave of things like thee
 And thy companion, Death: the livelong day
 He valiant strives, and holds ye still at bay;
And when he can no longer see
 For thickening shadows, faint and spent
 He bears his standard to his tent
And yields ye seeming victory;
  But—he is free!