THE BOER.
Too long they cumbered lands that should . be free, A lustful breed intolerant and bold, Guarding with jealous guard the gates of gold, The treasures of a dead Eternity. Too long with insult and with treachory They paid Her sons who succoured them of old, , , , Till freedom groaned and the loud echo rolled Appealing to the Empire over-sea. Now Britain calls, shall not hor childron arm, And bid the Tyrant from oppression cease ? Surely the God of Battles is with us ! Fear not, tho' bullet bite and sabre harm, From the war-ashes there shall come forth Peace, As morning from the womb of Hesperus. * D.M.R.
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Waikato Argus, Volume VII, Issue 528, 19 December 1899, Page 3
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107THE BOER. Waikato Argus, Volume VII, Issue 528, 19 December 1899, Page 3
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