IN THE MOONSHINE.

Waimate Daily Advertiser, Issue 3, 11 June 1898, Page 4

IN THE MOONSHINE.

The moon is "bright, and the .winds are laid, and the river is roaring by, t Orion swings with his belted lights low down in the summer sky ; North and south from the mountain gorge to the henit of the siUer plain ■There's many an eye will see no sleep till the . east grows bright again, There's many a hand will toil to-night from the centre down to the sea, And I'm far from the men I used to know,and my love is far from me. "Where the broad flood eddies the dredge is moored to the beach of shingle white, And the straining cable whips the stieam in a spray of silver light, IThe groaning buckets bear their load,#nd the engine throbs away, And the wash poms red on the turning screen that knows not night nor day; 3?or there's many an ounce of gold to save from the gorge to the shining sea, And there's many a league of the bare brown hills between my love^and me. Where the lines of gorse are parched and dry, and the sheaves are small and thin, 'The engine beats and the combine sings to the drays that are leading in ; .For they're thrashing out of the stook to-night, and the plain is bright as day, _And the fork-tines flash as' the sheaves are , turned to the frame of the one-horse dray ; jFor many a hand will toil to-night from the mountains down to tne sea, JBut I'm far from the lips of the girl I love .And ike hejurt th»t beats for me.

The trappers are out on the hills to-night, and the sickly lantern shine Is mocking the gle&rn of the silver moon in the scrub on the long trap-line ; The tallies are big on the rock-strewn spur, and the clink of the turning chain Comes weirdly mixed from the moonlit hill with the whistling cry of pain ; For many a hand will toil to-night where the tussocks are waving free, But its over the hill and over the plain to the heait that beats for me. The stars are bright, and the night is still, and the river is singing by, And many a face is upward turned to gaze at the moon's bright eye ; North and south from the forest deep 3 to the heart of the silver plain, There's many an eye will see no sleep till the dawn grows bright again ; There's many a hand will toil to-night by shining land and sea — 0 Moonlight, be«,r my message of love to the eyes that shine for me.

David McKee Weight.

A Toledo (U.S.) paper. " There is no other medium in the world like the newspaper for all kinds of legitimate advertising. Newspaper advertising costs less and has a more general and a wider effect than any other. It commands for the advertiser a larger and better patronage than any other. Such has bean the world-vide experience, and such i 3 the evidence of all who have made the greatest successes in advertising. N.B. — The Advebtisee tariff may be had on application to the manager.