Poetry.

Lyttelton Times, Volume XII, Issue 721, 5 October 1859, Page 3

Poetry.

' CHitRADE FOR THE TIMES. " A straight lino is the, shortest distance between two pointß." Morn on the waters ! Purple and bright Bursts on the. billows the flushing of light. Bright in the beam it has caught from afar Sparkles the surge on the SutnneiSßar. Struggling through mists -with a mimic wrath Gleam the steep slopes of the/Bridle Path ! Drooping his eye's, and iwrihjrihg; his hands On Lyttelton jetty a Cplonist; stands. What shall he do with his Household gods? His chairs and tables,1 and curtains and rods ? Greener than Erin's most verdurous^ turf Shall he trust them to Sumner's treacherous surf? Or wearily drag them—box arid;bag— By Evans';3?ass and Gtollan's^crag— Over the slippery steep'zig-zag? . . . . Diisphered'inthePlanetlior Wheeler and Nursed? How, oh I How,i, shall be moved My First ? But hark V avoice of cheerful bode— « FitzGerald.has opened the Simmer Road 1" Cheerily .starts he, with heart elate— Case arid-package, bagi bundle, and crateTill lrefinds, as he nears the Sticking point, Tliat^he times—and the Eoad—are put of jointSee these carts of cruel stone ! Hark to the blasters"" warning moan;— " Back from our path, ye illstarred men, For the Sumner Road is closed" again !" While the Ghristclvurch bell, in mournful mode, Tolls My Last forthe §umner Road; Arid seems to fortell its own sad fate To the.Colonist and his luckless freight. Hurrah ! for the cure of nil bur ills! . Hurrah I for the.-triumph : of-sturdy, wills ! Double and treble our exports grow, Northward and Southward and Westward, ho! Shall the stream of population flow; Its Halcyon days our land shall know; When free from fear of tempest ;pr tide, My Whole shall pierce the.green hill side.