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Original Poetry.

ON HEART NO MRS HARRELL’S READINGS. M any a long day that silvery voice, Rich with the rapture of the poet’s mind, S hall dwell in memories whose ha] py choice G rasp what is truthful, noble, and refined. Entranced we listen to the mother’s grief 0 ’er the dear babe—forsaken for the dice; Rapid the ruin ! but death’s sad relief Gives rest to those slain by the gambler’s vice. Each word a poem.as revealed by her ! D epicting sad the fair one sunk so low : A nd from “the bells” the rare interpreter R ings joyful preans and knells fraught with woe. Rarely indeed such perfection appears— Each gift and each art so happily met; L ong shall their melody thrill in our eai s, L ike snatches of song we shall never forget. E. Georoe-stpcotj Dunedin, 9th August, 1870.

DUNEDIN FROM THE BAY. Go trav’lcr, unto others boast Of Venice and of Romo ; Of saintly Mark’s majestic pile, And Peter’s lofty dome; Of Naples and her trclliscd bowers, Of Rhineland far away— They may be grand, but give to me Dunedin from the Bay. A lovely maiden seated in A grotto by the sherc, With richest crown of purest green 'J hat virgin ever wore ; Her snowy breast bedecked with flowers And clustering ferns so gay— Go picture this, and then you have Dunedin from the Bay. A fairy, round whose brilliant throne Great towering giants stand, As if impatient to obey The dictates of her wand ; Their helmets hidden in the clouds, Their sandals in the sptay — Go picture this, and then you have Dunedin from the Bay. A priestess of the olden time (Ere purer rites had birth), On Nature’s altar offering up The homage of the earth ; Surrounded by grim Druids, robed In mantles green and grey — Go picture this, and then you have Dunedin from the Bay. 0 never till this breast grows cold Can I forget that hour, As standing on the vessel’s deck I watched the golden shower of yellow beams, that darted From the sinking king of day, And bathed in a mellow flood Dunedin from the Bay. Thomas Bracken.

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Bibliographic details
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Evening Star, Volume VIII, Issue 2268, 13 August 1870, Page 2

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361

Original Poetry. Evening Star, Volume VIII, Issue 2268, 13 August 1870, Page 2

Original Poetry. Evening Star, Volume VIII, Issue 2268, 13 August 1870, Page 2

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