A DAILY MESSAGE

Hokitika Guardian, 11 January 1929, Page 1

A DAILY MESSAGE

THE girl who used to be yol

llkimnj) the woman you are is the girl

you were, The girl who believed in you, The girl who was white, and good, and

true. Who had faith and honour and dreams for you, The girl who used to he You. Gan you face that girl who used to he

You, With unflinching eyes and heart that’s

true r* Gan you claim to have played the game

she knew— The game of a woman, through and through— Gan the woman you are tell the girl

that you were That you never a love hoi rayed— Nor a faith destroyed—nor a ifriend deceived— Not even a foe belied? That vou never failed in a cause that

was right, Nor used a lie to advance your fight; Thai you are not lost in the makebelieve throng Who have sunk all sense of right and wrong; Who lie and scheme for ends that are

mean, And wear strange masks, fear their faces be seen ?

That in joy or pain, it was just the same, You played your part in a woman's game? Or must you tell that girl that used to be You, That the woman she dreamed o'f‘ is dead ? That—caught like a cork in the popular swirl— For the kiss of the crowd—and the joy of the whirl— For tiie favour of fools—you have buried that girl That girl who used to -be, YOjl?

—M. PRESTON STANLEY