EREBUS 



lEEPER of the Southern Gateway, 



grim, rugged, gloomy and grand; 



!/ Warden of these wastes uncharted, 



as the years sweep on, you stand. 



At your head the swinging smoke-cloud ; at 



your feet the grinding floes ; 



Racked and seared by the inner fires, gripped 



close by the outer snows. 



Proud, unconquered and unyielding, whilst the 



untold £ons passed, 



Inviolate through the ages, your ramparts 



spurning the blast, 



Till men impelled by a strong desire, broke 



through your icy bars ; 



Fierce was the fight to gain that height where 



your stern peak dares the stars. 



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