PUKETOI.

Farewell, old hills of golden grey ! Farewell old plain, burnt i>rowu and sere ! The greetings of the glad New Year I send you back from far away. About me oow the people throne: Ueneath a sad and weeping sky; I watoht.be. stream of life go by, And hear its pulses beating strong. And while I he^r niy fancy goes Away to whore the skies are blue, With eleai- lark-voice* falling through, "While silence listens far below. Th« old white whare standing clear. The old friends gathered iv its shade, The warmth of friendship's light that played About ruy steps for inauy a year. I know the fever and the fr«t of reaching out to something more; A glory leading on before That ever grows and is not yet. But lomewhere in my heart I fuel A lodging for fhe days we knew — The friends so ki>jd, the friends so trueCalm joys the future cannot steal. And so farewell ! Old comrades part ; Oid joy? give slowly pine* to new ; ] fc sefmi as if each tutsock grew From toots deep planted in my heart. _ T —David M'Kee Wright. Dunedin, January 6.