ORIGINAL POETRY.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume V, Issue 252, 14 April 1865, Page 2

ORIGINAL POETRY.

fiVtfANAKrs SOULOQtTY. "To be, orrriOt to bo?”—that is tlio question." Whether fat better to maintain this war; With prompt and vigorous hand to crush Tins hateful cockatrice: to wnfauc the adder Which, though long kindly cherished, has turned to wound ? Or, is it better to bespeak fair pence 4t price of our supremacy ? To rub nosea AmJ smoko the calumet, as twere. With this puissant potentate Potatau. This gentle " King of the Cannibal Is'ar.ds,” And so. by well meant but misplaced leniency. Give al! encouragement to the iugrate rebels ' , Some oilier time to encroach upon our rights? Methinks the first were bettor': better for us And all who sliall come after us, ’ That Britain s Queen should sovereigmze these isles The cure mav cost, us much : but, once effected We may sit.down in peace unon our lands ’ Sans fear of further bloodshed. Then, of two evils let us choose the less; A patched-up peace will never bring success. C. M. 11. NEW SONG. THE PA I MAEIUE. (Written, by Catherine Usdmaytie.) Come Jistcn e'vcxj one of you . Unto a song I'll sing About the Pai Marin's And a man they call a King. The storming times are come, my boys, . Throughout this fertile land; Up !—point the bayonet at ’em, bovs, And make a gallant stand. Though pets they arc, we all know well . Of our worthy Georgy G rev. Whose gallant deeds we all applaud, And for him ever pray. Their dusky forms theyTiave a charm For missionaries, ton, Who twiddle, twaddle, and interfere, , ’Till all is black and blue. ; The secret’s coming out. my hoys, The tinder you may be, The more they’ll cling unto you, boys,The bless’d Pal Jlarire. The Gabrielites they all declare . The white mau’s rather tender. They like a tit-bit here and there, ■Bo.the feeling they engender. The good time’s coming now, my boys, Though we haVe waited long. They’re coming altogether, boys, ‘ As prophesied in song. ’ , We live la a very wonderful age, . And changing is the scone j f We're sometimes up, and sometimes jlown, g And sometimes rather green. This is a glorious war, my boys, "Auckland ini the North, ‘ - 1 ' They're making fortunes by it, boys, And so 'tis echo’d forth. , The big ones puff and blow in oHca [. . ; About what they will do; : Their promises are like pie crusts— Not worth a beggar’s shoe. I The Volunteers are drawn out, - The Uditia they appear , Afra>’d in da> k', "long, warlike garb; . Looking devoid of fear. ! _i_ The regulars they march along • In military array, , Though they find the Maoris rather tough; : . Koine wasn’t built in a day. They're going to have a jolly fight ■ | Upon next Christmas Day, » . And the Pai MaririS are practising ... : . Their part in life’s great plav. . ' Be up I and watchful of them,'boys, i Nor Sleep nor slumber long; : Tfith eve of hawk and,heart of stem, i . iTis the weak ogams t the strong. Napier. April. 19651 i .:v2 .-..y.