THE LAND OF THE FREE.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 33, 29 October 1920, Page 1

THE LAND OF THE FREE.

Oh ! I m weary to death of the memories That haunt the grey years of the war, I'm tired of the thoughts of the sorrows, Of mothers whose sons are no more. I'm waiting and watching for some- ■ thing, A glimpse of a land and a sun, Where the laughter and freedom and stillness ' Will banish all thoughts of Ihe Hun. It's a land that endears and eiitices, Of space and stars without end ^ A land where the wild bush keeps calling, And nat'ure, abundant, unbends. Where Rata's stretch gaunt arras to heaven And the soft winds, and rustle of wheat, Like the passing of some fairv goddess Through the vestas oi gold at your feet Where the women breed men of the boldest, Those women undauni ed who wait ; Where the liand of the Lord must have lingered In the making ; and marvelled its fate. It's a land of gladness and sunshine, Of promise — and the hlue of the sea Around the shores, match the eye of its • maidens, — New Zealand the land of the free. F.M.P. (In Homewards Bound.)