Original Poetry.

Auckland Examiner, Volume IV, Issue 274, 20 June 1860, Page 3

Original Poetry.

THE WAY-WORN EMIGRANT.

An Emigrant paused on the road to accost me, To speak of his woes, his sorrow, and pain ; How he tried to get work and the means to support him,

But all his best efforts were labor in vain. He came far away, o’er the broad distant ocean, To share in the plenty which flowed, in this land, But alas 1! for his wants, his home and devotion,

He met with no stranger who proffered his hand. He was told, when he left liis own native kingdom, That this “ Garden of Eden” was planted with, flowers - Where the “ milk and the honey’’ gave forth their rich treasures,

’ And shed a perfume through its fanciful bowers This land, it was said, was the poor man's creation, ■ Where at enee he would find a rich harvest in store * jWhere his cares and) bis wants would be banished for ever, Whew his footsteps were firmly but placed upon shore. Js such-, then-, the case in this “gem of the ocean !'” Where the zephyrs- are playful and skip o’er the sea ? Can the peasant exult o’er his riches around him, And bless the kind goddess for setting him free ?.' Alas I no, alias !: all his comforts have left him, And he sticks here in vain, for a bounteous store ;. Whilst fate will compel him to. look for a shelter, Andi a rest for his nslndi on a more friendly shore.