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Auckland Star, Volume XIX, Issue 218, 15 September 1888, Page 4 (Supplement)

EOJBXJf.,I-. PHOMtWs isle in the Ocean, How of t does my swift fancy fl**V On pinions of lore and devotion, Iv the Land of the Kauri and Foi n.» Though here there is nought to remintt*no Of tho dark, misty land of mybußi.^ Not tears aud not distance can bhndme To seer e3 that are dearest on eai th. Aa I list to the tui's clear whistle, Troui tho Land of the Kauri and Fern? Where cool streamlets wimple and sparkle, I dream of old Scotland's doop glens: On hillsides, whero frowning cliffs darnio, I think upon bold Highland b?MSj Where savage woods over me bristle, A likeness! strive to discern m,,- afl- ' Twoon the Land of the Heather and Tniatle And the Land of the" Kauri'and Fern, Here tho spirit of beauty rejoices . In soenes that enrapture tho eye; Kartli raises her manifold voices In praise to the bountiful bkv. In the blue of the infinite other, Moro bright constellations may burn. But their glint on tho thistle and heather Wero more fair than on kauri ana fern. Though dear to my heart is Zealandia, For the home of my boyhood I yearn; I dream, amid sunßhine and Rranaeur, Of a land that is misty and stern; , From the Land of the Moa and Maori, My thoughts to old Scotia will turn; Thus the heather is blent with the kauri. And the thistle entwined with the fern! ~: v J. L.KEM,Y. Auckland. N.Z., August, 1888. THE CHRIST WHO DIEP IN VAIN. Stop! Poet, stop! Ah! sing no more . Lost thy harp-strings snap in twain; The deadliest sight I've seen to-night I pray none see again! „',''. ... A stout 'twould quell our fabled hell. • Whero devils rago in pain;, -.-.uij •Twas Christ—convulsive, spear d ana moos a, And crucified in vain! lathis world one whit the bettor Than two thousand years ftffO? Did the heathen herd in Karrots, . < Orourso or wrangle so? ~' '■'■'. Were their children loft to perish, ' ,■ Tn the Ruttor and the snovr, •...•■; Liko the poor who cry to Jesus From thoir fevor-deno or vroe» He died in rain* The trreattrue heaxt Whose teachings were divine ; .--,.. Ah! Judas—there are thousands aow With hearts as black asthino ! Ten thousand Peters, full of love. When Buna of summer shine. Tho Christ-denying Petera,whfln I Tho cross and crown combine I Go, preaoh it from your altars In sorrow andin woe- t , ; Go! stay the song of chorister, The organ's plaintive flow: And tell the " whited sepulchres" Two thousand years ago! He died for Truth, He tauctht us Lote, "Go, help the poor "He cried; -,; " \nd love thy neighbour as thyself. 'fheu speared His loving side ; •'Andsay ' Our Father' when ye pray," And then they crucified .',..-.., . . The centle Messenger of Love. Whom now they've deified!. I saw, the death-sweat on His brow, The tear within His eye- . . , , T)io poor dpar quivering hands and feet, I'heard His parting Blgli! • . O! why wert Thou, Great God, not near, Or Thy arohangrels nigh, ; , :. To dry that aconisingf t«ar, 5 ' And Bco'ho His agony? I heard Ilia TpJce-'' Forgive them, Lord— They know not what they dp, They orown'd His brow with irony, And pierced tho pure and true;;- ■ • ; The Christ who toughtius,faith m God, wKS™* Father" love. The huinbleahd the true. ■■• • < " Qo.twd wy.lttmbß,";H6ld I Christian, hold I 0! God*! '.That half the world should mows, The other half he gay, ; - v^L. And a roir dead Christ on a cureca crow ! Be a phantom far away I I know ye have a simp 1* faith— f-.-» ~~, • 'Tis beautiful and meek ; I know it teaches purity. And kindness to the weak; ■ Do ye heed It, Christian raalotn? 0! let the starving speak! , The wretcljed crew made poor by you, And robbed when they wore weak 1 Dost thou believe that Christ is God. Who died to set thoo free? , . . Theu down and kiss His bleedlnjr. feet, Thou howling Pharisee! ■ Dost thou belie vo this world is hie— Tho land, the sky, the seal - . , Then give thy stolen acres bock. As He command ed thee. Dost thou believe'twas God who died ~ Upon the bloody cross? Then cast thy golden idols down, And deem itlittle loss. - . For He comwandod theeto shua The miser's filthy dross. , Ah! He had naught to call his own, But His crown upon the cross I Yotl know that there ere millions To the cross of Jesus cling— • From ten thousand noble temples I can hear their praises ring; • But only lips are praising, :. . And they mock Him when they one, If they suffer one to hunsrer For the bounty of the King! I know there are a noble fewHow few, let angels tell— . Who, Bplto of lies and blasphenuea • And fables of a hell, , , ... Still cling unto their simple faith ....... And love their Maker well— Who practise right, because .ta right, . And not through f ear of hell t !TJ.g the rottenness otpreachers That mars the earth to-day, ..;,.,, 1..;. The blasphemy of teachers That havo driven souls cssror: ;•;.■.-■ For they picture '* Lovo Etsraal Andthehrightnesaof Hlsday, : ;, Like a night of hate infernal Whore vengfidnco heaxetii marl Ye I to love and sflrr* tbaFMlwr-— • ; ■' >. . '.Nay! yottr teaebiii^^aJS:*! ._ . . . ~ ~ ■■ HeloYCOr-ail—botii wwt'aaH^ bhwdlS— , ■■;■. And wills dot «»«$ tsWM '*W*-1 "' -■'■■ Whore am tout WToiwedpaupeta , .T Who ■•llhrffeiar, otttrve and dito 1 Ayl your poor— yjur Canatuuiyißipfirß YeleaTotostai'veoiML^tel ,; He di«d invatnt soo ffis tombs ttwlSs* •: In hovels bi»K> and eoiwU: ■■. •■--■■:;,. ■'■■ Whoro hutoitn abiwJows pinij^toyfewa*^ And vvt;mem%s squls are sow t _- Wliero "faith " Jb rich in eajptrtswdiak And Christian lot«te«oWt •_ ' ■ . ■ - Where Christiftn alnTO»«re wwdte;Xt<i»aeftH^ And human lives are sold, t Ye dare not preach tl»e ww»w» i " God is Love * »»d lor* a)oa*> t That all earth's smW'oe'ftpd sunbca,H>B Irradiate frjom Ills throne; Butye rather fright the stnner.1 From the F&thcr, witlv ft moan v ■ ■";'■ ; ,. And lovo to swell vpur fttble^hell, 'With ono'eterhal groan ! ;, Go. tollittothohßriote'Whcw \ ■ The castle TBoks with sfn i, Drftg from the palace wjiideTK* < Tho lepers th^ro within— •, ';• Tho soulless dying topers, ■ . . : From out their Babel-dm,.- : • With Christ upon their pateiesH»a, . -' And only hell within.;. ! Go.tellittothoprinceJrlfW*^ .' : : Onr kinglote and. our-yews—. Go tell tho apos who curse ijlua-oarai : That hell has n»\f *6ssttffi,i; That" faith ?';>B'rottw- ((« tt» vptfr--AndChristhsw ae^ftye.'ts«»S* J %i- -•■"■■ ». Flo wept them f ,,. , These ninot^ii»^reciye«)pi?) ; ;

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