THOUGHTS FOR THE TIMES.
The Sono ok tiie Sons. One from the ends of the earth—gifts at an open door— Treason has much, hut we, Mother,
thy sons have more! From the whine of a dying man, from the snarl of a wolf-pack freed, Turn, and the world is thine. Mother,, lie proud of thy seed ! Count, are we feeble or lew I' Hear, is our speech so rude? Look, are wo poor ill the land? Judge, me v.e men of The Blood? Those that have stayed at thy knees, Mother, go call them ill— We that were bred overseas wait and would speak with our kin. Not in the dark do we fight—haggle and limit and gibe: Selling our love for a price, loaning our hearts for a bribe. (lifts have we only to-day love without promise or foe—Hear, for thy children speak, from the uttermost parts of the sea! —IU7DYAHD KIPLIXU.
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Hokitika Guardian, 14 June 1924, Page 2
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153THOUGHTS FOR THE TIMES. Hokitika Guardian, 14 June 1924, Page 2
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