POLITICAL RHYMES.

Auckland Star, Volume XVIII, Issue 148, 25 June 1887, Page 5

POLITICAL RHYMES.

NO. 11.-AT HIS CHARIOT WHEELS

How will ye 'meet us ?, Tell us now '• Are ye servantsleal ? ■■. 0, say, Or but dancers round a may-pole, Reared for pleasures of a day ?

Winter's here, and. thousands hunger, What's your work, and what's the pay ? ': Two'hundred each, ye gods of plenty"! Have ye earned it, tell me, pray ?,

Have ye blessed the-settler's village, Built on hope, in faith and tears ? Are ye waiting for a deluge . . , But to "drown the dream of years ?

Land.and roads that lead tpmeadows^ Bridges fording: silver streams, { Thus the people ask for-weeping, But yethink it idle dreams,!;,^' •■

But to-day the cry increaseth, ; • ',' Land to live on, bread to win," And the. stprm-cloud rises higher, Nearer roars the battle's din! ;,

Will ye follow where our leader ; ' . Plants his flag? Or will ye stay, Half-saved sinners, outside heaven, iio Waiting, trembling by the way ?

Will you follow flag or banner,' ■• Bearing mottoes bright and fair ?• "Land and homes for honest labour," " Work and plenty,, every where."

Yes ! or No ! the people:will it, t : i Quickly comes the Judgment Day,; Are you prisoners, or soldiers, '' Near the1 chariot wheels of Grey ? - W. R. Wills.