The Fortitude of the North

They take no shame for dark defeat

While prizing yet each victory won,

Who fight for the Right through all retreat,

Nor pause until their work is done.

The Cape-of-Storms is proof to every throe;

Vainly against that foreland beat

Wild winds aloft and wilder waves below:

The black cliffs gleam through rents in sleet

When the livid Antarctic storm-clouds glow.