LORD LYTTON’S NEW POEM.
“ GLENAVERIL OR, THE METAMORPHOSES.” 0, England, omy country ! Is thy sun Sunk in a fogbanb bred from its own heats ? 0, land of Nelson, and of Wellington, The prowess of thine armies and thy fleets What now attests ? Vain victories soon as won Repented and renounced—the smouldering streets Of Alexandria—and the dead that still Lie unavenged upon Majuba Hill! Dupe of thy Sadducean policy, That owes no spirit, trusts no future state, Lives for the hour, and with the hour shall die ! Fortune plays fairly and doth ne’er checkmate Nations or men, without the warning cry Of ‘check’ first given—though often heard too late. But thou, long since, from east and west hast heard (0, be it not in vain !) that warning word, 0, England, 0 my Country ! far and wide The nations ask what has become of thee, And why thy sons repent their father’s pride In thy renown. What can we answer ? We Who, to protect it, have been forced to hide Thy sullied flag ! Must this the answer be ? Tho rich, not proud, ’tis our especial merit To join a full purse to a lowly spirit. “What boots an empii’e to our burdened isle? Or why retain a sway that’s too extensive, And costs at least a farthing every mile ? Soldiers and ships are horribly expensive. At all who scoff we can afford a smile It costs us nothing to be inoffensive, To avenge offence would cost us much, and still ’ We serve the Gospel when we save the till. Repose is gained with every province lost; Let other nations boast that they are growing Greater and stronger, be it still our boast 1 hat we remain the richest and most knowing ! Our trade’s the largest and our wealth the most, And while our mills and furnaces keep A J goi i lg > Ana our free mart invites even foes to stock it, Our pride is where it should be—in our pocket! ”
The first Mayor’s ball ever held at Westport came off last week, and is said to have been a great success. The ball was led off by If. Bird, Esq., R.M., and Mrs Hughes, the Mayoress,
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Kumara Times, Issue 2715, 4 June 1885, Page 2
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365LORD LYTTON’S NEW POEM. Kumara Times, Issue 2715, 4 June 1885, Page 2
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