Lines to the Editor.

Kawhia Settler and Raglan Advertiser, Volume IV, Issue 374, 7 August 1908, Page 2

Lines to the Editor.

Stay, poet sing nofc out of reason, Fair Oparau is but common clay. Your son? of demons is not in season And your motor power is dumb to-day. Since commerce is the chief attraction That claims your care aud brings you Sing us no songs but songs of action, Aud thrust ‘Boiled Mutton Bill’s* sneers aside. Stay, poet sing not. of her grasses Or Wrights new sawmill across the bridge Sing, dear bard, of its bonny lasses And do njt # dwell on its ti-tree ridge. Stay, poet sing no song of gladness Because you have a fertile place. Or plague us with j our sonar, sadness Descriptive of our neglected race. Who has a taste for rhythmic measure. That grassy Talle;>s alone pervade, But our hopeful hearts expand with pleasure When you sing off Kawhia's pushing trade Yet, poet stay, though wealth aud splendour Be at fair Oparau's beck and call The hearts of its colleens are good an 1 tender Aud men for love give up their all. Why not aing on then of the jewels From which the truest happiness springs Sing poet, though they call us fools Tnero still is oiol-xly iu the strings. OMADAHUN.