ORIGINAL POETRY.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume II, Issue 185, 9 August 1867, Page 3

ORIGINAL POETRY.

THE DIGGER'S EARKWELL WITH HIS BELOVED. TWO SONGS IN" ONE, OR A DUET. Tune — " In simmer, when the hay was mawn." He. Dear Annie I do not shed tho«e tears That, glist'ning, gather in thine een ; Nor fill thy heart with needless fears — We'll still be all that we have been. Thy grief is love to me, I wepn, But true love should not give us pain; The hours of joy that we have seen, To bless us both, may come again. She. A digger's gold is hard to get, Nor is it gold can bring content; We still have lived, and so will yet; And still have earn'd what we have spent. I've had but little to relent Till now, nor could I suffer more; My head and heart are like to rent That you should wintry wilds explore. He. I care not how the cold winds blow, Or drenching fall the drizzly rain; Yon mountain tops be capp'd with snow, Or torrents deluge ev'ry plain. If thou would'st from thy grief refrain, The winter's worst I should not care. There's Karamea gold to gain, And. Annie, we must have our share. She. I'd like a migget well enough — A lump of gold could bring no ill ; But winter days, and roads so rough, May well the very strongest kill. But, still, my will has been your will — Yet oh ! to think you're leaving me, With sad forebodings makes me thrill; Oh ! stay till summer days we see. He. 'Tis but awhile that we must part; I shall return, love, do not fear; But oh ! thy tears go to my hp;irt, For they are more than I can bear. Come, dry thy cheeks, my bonny dear ! Before I go, upon me smile; It will my wintry wand'rings cheer Till I bring back a Digger's Pile. W. Hogg.