ORIGINAL POETRY.
TO MY FELLOW-COLONISTS.
We have come from a land far away in the west, Where the wild eagle soars o’er his rock-hidden nest, Where the purple heath blooms on the steep mountain side, Where over the rocks the rough cataracts ride. In the land of mist, where the birchen tree waves, Where the robin sings sweet, are our forefathers’ graves, Where the blackbird and thrush sing in harmony free, Where the owl builds his nest in the old hollow tree, Where the stately old oak rears his head to the heaven, : Where the fierce thunderstorm through liis . are driven, Where,the ruin’d old abbey tolls of days long gone by, ' ,' , " Where the lark;sweetly sings far aloft in the sky. Now the thistle, th.e rose,, and the shamrock entwine . , , wi , ~ ...... , Where our forefathers fought in the days o’ ; lang syne.' . May prosperity oyer remain on that shore t Where we first drew our breath, though we ne’er see it mere.. . Cajiuiu. ....
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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 5, Issue 216, 3 January 1861, Page 4
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161ORIGINAL POETRY. Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 5, Issue 216, 3 January 1861, Page 4
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