ORIGINAL POETRY.
A blush of shame aits on Otago's brow : / She never was in such a plight as now. It is indeed a burning, black disgrace To see such ruin brought on such a place. "We are not poor, nor sterile is our soil ; God's blessing shines on honored labor's toil. We dig up gold : our flocks thrive on the hilla, And countless cattle browse by chrystal rills. But with all this we still are going back, While grievous burthens keep us on the rack. We're taxed to death to keep up gross misrule : Governed by men who yet should go to school ; Who sneer at honor and at honor's laws : That seize their prey and tear it with their claws ; Defy the People with a brazen face ; Lost to all shame, and callous to disgrace ; Blustering by night and spluttering by day, The people's money frittering away. And if allowed the game will still go on, Until Otago's picked to the bone. Are we not worse that do the same allow ? Arise like men and do it even now ! Exert the power that lawfully is yours ! Turn out the vampires, and turn out the boors ; And do it soon, or fairly we're undone : Short time will tell a Province lost or won. Dunedin, June, 1868.
Ckaqielbe.
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Tuapeka Times, Volume I, Issue 21, 4 July 1868, Page 3
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