Original Poetry.

Evening Star, Issue 4164, 1 July 1876, Page 4

Original Poetry.

DUNEDIN,

j Dunedin! Many a happy hour I've passed . Within' thy bounds; nor would I wish the last ; Were o'er,' and these fond eyes no more in thee : Could gaze, with calm delight, on land arid

sea; . . r But pictured on my heart; t; e*t'ch scene would ripe, And I behold thee when the vision flies.

flow often in the deep and winding glade Around thy hills so thoughtlessly I've rirayed, Drinking the sweet "delights of tree and flower, Nor seemed too long the sunny summer hour. Bach tiny blossom round my path awoke S«me hidden thought, and every bright leaf : spoke; Ikenthe small daisy sparkling on the sod Looks tip, and speaks the wondrous care of Who would not pause to hear their silent voice, ¥or let their heart in this delight rejoice ? v Yet sometimes these' calm thoughts fade away. The eager heart that ever loves to stray, •bill restless, longs to leave these scenes behind. _ Bnt ah, when waking would it be resigned To feel the sails were spread, the dream was o'er, , And I behold Dunedin's charms no more.

ft .HerV have I tasted -.deep at pleasures stream, And woke to feel life was not all a dream

That eomes and goes, alike its joy, its pain— Ah, nb, life has a something must remain ; And well we know the thoughts we felt before Must not, like dreams, remain to change no more; Truth has not stamped her mark on every stage As fond remembrance turns each written , page. How, as I think, the restless mind pourtrays The visions that are gone-of other clays ;

The land I left fpr : thee, the vale, the cot, Where Nature's sweetest charms adorned each spot— Still rises up, without the artist's hand, A dream of what has been my: fatherland, That once had filled this heart with child's delight, But here those thoughts have faded from my •:- sight.:'-•-• ■■■*?■ Go where I will; be land or sea my home, SWU back again the longing heart would ! roam; • .. ; : •fas, still, Dunedin, o'er thy scenes Lbrood, And seek the calmer hours of solitude To sketch with trembling hand but eager mind, The land I soon, perhaps, may leave behind. Kittt. Dunedin, June 1.