FROM THE NATIVE.

Auckland Examiner, Volume 1, Issue 1, 11 December 1856, Page 4

FROM THE NATIVE.

A “ Tangi,” or “Lament,” for a Chief by his " WIDOW. Star of the morning I thou, whose beam Proclaims the lamp of day at hand ,— Like my beloved doest thou seem, Returning from the spirits’ land. -1 gaze, then turn aside to mourn O’er these sweet nestlings at my side ; Left in their helplessness forlorn,— For thou, their sire,—their shield,—Rast died. Far to the southward, dark and steep, Taupiri lifts its lonely brow ; Unseen, unheard, yet onward sweep The surges wild of Manukau. But thou art gone, and in an hour !— These Motutara’s gems may lie !— ’Mong chiefs of fame and priests of power I’ll rouse of thee no memory. Return, return ! and in thy home, Father and lord ! once more recline, Back' to my faithful bosem come ;— My heart but beats as linked to thine. There was a bird, whose tuneful throat' » Welcomed the- day with jeyous tone, But stilled the song, and hushed the note, My bird is dead,—and I—alone.