The Order of the Soil.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 28 August 1913, Page 4

The Order of the Soil.

Among the fine old kings that ■ reign. I pou a simple wooden throne, There's one with but. a small domain, J>ut, mark you, it is all his own. And though upon his rustic - towers No ancient standard waves its wing, Thick, leafy banners, Hushed with flowers From. all. the fragrant casements swing And here, iu royal homespun bow II is nut-brown court, at night and morn, The bronzed Field-marshal of the Plough, The Chancellor of the Wheal and Corn. The Keeper of the Golden Stacks, The Mistress of the Milking Fail The bold Knights of the Kinging Axe, The Heralds of (lie Sounding Flail. The Ladies of the New Mown Hay, The Master of the Spade and Hoe, The Minstrels of the Glorious Lay That all the Sons of Freedom know. And thus, while 011 the seasons roll He wins from the inspiring sod The brawny arm and noble soul That serve his counlrv and hi* God. —James Mct'airoil, an Irish journalist who went to Canada in 1831, in a Canadian paper.