ORIGINAL POETRY.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume I, Issue 83, 30 August 1873, Page 3

ORIGINAL POETRY.

4aj»B competysatzon agaiy. / * ". IntepApd as a grateful aeknpwledgment of Mr. ’ jl Secretary Cooper’s courteous rfe’plj! , .i-j-jitaf iutj Putitiota. ;*-‘l 'jib : ■ AkisS inyniuse,'thy moping mood forego, And cast aside th’ habilaments of woe ; Start frenzied fancy flutt’ring on the wing, And gall our foes with thy satiric sting; X ...Our dastard foes who, with a Judas’ thrust, , Would crush our lives and honor in the dust $ ! . Rise like a giant re-refreshed wine, ~ And let dedance ring along thy Hne. — | .Knew thou, all yoyr cruel clan, ; * That wheh misfortune Actors a feliow-nftm,| ‘ \ - (And ye», unaiding, smile on fortune’s frown, ■ 'Or “baser “still shall tread Itini' loWriGlowri) ‘ i Ye act to wards him an unchristian.pgrt, And show how much hiilroutles move your heart. a J. f yg .!< jo-0.-z. And pocket profit by his overthrow ; Cain’s brand imprinted be upon your face, j And Heav’n’s antipodes your resting place. . Contrast with yours the XJhrirtittn’S glorious plain, Embracing pl 1/wlio bearlfieHtainp-of man; Wafts Christian aid where’er the Dillows roll And spreads its balm from tropics to the pole. • iln every dimehe claims faqy, | And aid supplies to all the human race. < « Seventy time* seven he dotjihjs fge forgive And full as oft the empty will relieve. No loud “ Gazette ” his durin an e deeds record, ~The balm of conschmce is his sole reward; o j Assured oftHi4, riot'praise 1 nor gltfr/' chive) That balm',w,ill;ch<jep the.;gtoqrp>aKiu/id‘hiB grate. We know full well whojield the highest post, Wheq the- rash .mandate cau§ed„§fhgloqaijgt; Who brewed “ burgo’o,” for Maoris, rich aria thi ;k, Denying us the empty pot to lick; ~ Beat-" Yapkee Doodle” in|o myrtal “ smask” Whilst working miracles with bort-owed cflgh! And, sevyuiug, .would a dying Christian pass, To shower ihetase on a dying'ass'. Ambrosial dews to him the widow’s tear; The orphan’s cry —sweet, music to his ear. The murdered blood, which crieth from the ground, Salutes Iris ear, and echoes all around. / I Those cries for vengeance from the “ vasty deep” His soporific lullaby to keep. Uta murderer vile, imprisoned: fa? his deed, ? j Has food and raiment furnished for his nehd; ; Each sect profuse with gifts of cleric grace, i And lawyers paid to to plead his heinous case.; Now the records of all former crime, • From Cain, descending to the present'time; Each murdering monster of th’ inhuman breed, Advance some pica to justify his deed ; Armed by our rulers to our overthrow, Despite our goods and law our.homesteads low; Our daughters tarnish'd with the savage clan, • Infernal libels on the form of man ! Our sons condemn’d to brutal brotherhood ! And lick the hands which shed their kindred’s blobd; While we still staggering from t he cruel blow, • Are taxed to feed and decorate.the .foe.. Seven years, and more, of misery and grief, i We’ve uncomplaining waited for relief ; “ Relief assured by rulers of our State;” Whence honor bright should germ and emanate; That source impure, infection will abound, And taint the moral atmosphere around. Oh I monstrous fact! Behold whene’er we sue For that scant justice which is but our due,- — Whene’er we crave from mis’ry our release, ! A paltry clerk cries—“ paupers, hold your peace! ” While hireling scribblers prostitute the press, To “ rowdify ” orir'eravings for redress. ; Insult and inj’ry hath upon ua sprung, 1 Yet still we cry our “ withers are unwrung ; We’re “ scotched” not kill’d by th’ assassin blow, And bare our front, defiant, to the foe. We now arise in truth’s Imperial pride, With Heaven’s decree enlisted on our side ; i And our majestic “ Magna Charts ” laws, Alike proclaim the justice of our cause. . When thehushed breath shall mingle with the skies, Then from our ashes still will murmurs rise ; : Our tortur’d spirits start forth from the tomb,; To haunt our foes to an untimely doom ; Our shapes by night, our shadows thro’ the day ; Shall scare th’ inhuman progeny away, Till our tormentors, for their crimes accurst, Shall crave cold water to allay their thirst; Each his account of stewardship shall show, We rise triumphant—they sink down below ! > And tortured, groaning, howling, undergo A blist’ring, hot, eternity of woe I I’ve high and mighty game in view, Which, at no. distant time, I’ll fly my soaring falcon at, When redolent of rhyme. You say our cause is frivolous, While “ millions ” are in play, ' j - i To peculate and scramble for, . < And fritter them away. . , We, and our cause, shall triumph yet, When you and yours are. not, . L Or execrated and unknown, ’: Shall ignominious rot.