Original Poetry.
A HEARTY INVITATION, To all the sliniair portions of the scientific world, outside of the radiant and most glorious realms of the city of Alexandra, who fain would learn and be wise to draw nigh and behold our. latest and most marvellous enterprise in the way of engineering, " Alas!" gasps the visiting scientific star from the city of Clyde, " where is human ingenuity going to end? Wireless telegraphy, gramaphoning, graphophoning, and even ping-pong, are but mere rude infants of modern invention compared with this." And with a heigh-ho and a long sigh, he swoons away, Come and see our water scheme Winding o'er the mountain; See it s purling crystal stream Spurting from each fountain. Ho I it comes in gushing floods Under mighty pressure, Filling thirsting, sandy ruts In a lavish measure. Through each cunning loop and coil Ever onward prancing, Sun-burnt grass and yearning soil Stay it's merry dancing. Hark ! it's gushing, rushing wild, For it's freedom striving, Imprisoned thus by Charley Wilde, By his artful driving. Hose in hand each gallant brave Hails the rushing water; Hay ward now begins to rave And to chat and clatter. Behold him now with face aglowEarly in the morning— Shooting water o'er each row, All his neighbours scorning. Of thy sprays I'll ever sing, Flower and shrub adorning; Sun-kissed heath thy soothing way . Opes in early dawning. Health to all, long "live the King, ; Longtthy '. squirting cheer us ; With merry laugh, we'll dance and sing, Naught-on earth to fear us. rMeadows green, and: verdant lawns Welcome thee for ever, ■•■•'■ -v;'.^; While the air. around thee fawns, Never wish to sever. By this grand majestic flow, ." f Gardens grow prolific; Here and there you're bound to go Underiorce terrific. We thank our Mayor and burghers true, Profound and sincerely. And if I here remain with you I'll pay my tribute yearly. Hail I at last, most welcome time, Fields and meadows verdant; Here I end my silly rhyjge, "JTour most humble servant, A 0 ROBEBTSON. Alexandra, October 26th.
NEW ZEALAND FOR EVER FOR ME. They, may sing who the Highlands, The milkmaids, the mist, and the meal, And the memory of lawless free-booters. Who: were hung by the neck tor their steal. You may rave of your giant mountains, In describing your hummocks and hills ; But here's to the "Peaks of New Zealand," For it is "God's Own Country" that thrills. Matchless, majestic, New Zealand, Bright gem of the southern sea, New Zealand for ever and ever, Zealand for ever for me. -#Mf|iv Cbas U. Toucher a \- v'". :■"•:. ' • ■
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Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 390, 29 October 1903, Page 5
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429Original Poetry. Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 390, 29 October 1903, Page 5
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