DAUGHTERS OF MINE.
When 1 founded your homes with my treasure; When I christened your soil with my blood, I lent you my best in full measure,— My over-seas tirood.
Not in vain were my travail and labour; Not fruitless my care night and day; For now, with your rifle and sabre, The debt you repay.
Said my foeman: "Her hopes but deceive her. They'll abandon her now they are grown; In the hour of her Fate they will leave her To face it alone."
But swift to my side sprang my scions; Swift they followed their instincts divine, In their boßoms the courage of lions, Their nerves firm as mine.
So they lied! but the slander is ended; Who nan measure your "Urey Mother's" pride As stern and tenacious and splendid You stand by her side?
Falter not! take these words as an omen— You shall quaff with me victory's wine, With your feet on the necks of the foeman, Brave daughters of mine.
And at last, when the Epilogue's spoken, When we gather the fruit with the flowers, And the pride of the tyrant is broken, Not MINE be the glory, but OURS. -Clive H. J. Wily
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Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 4, Issue 117, 6 December 1915, Page 1
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199DAUGHTERS OF MINE. Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 4, Issue 117, 6 December 1915, Page 1
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