THE PRODIGAL SON (NEW VERSION).

Auckland Star, Volume XXXIX, Issue 198, 19 August 1908, Page 6

THE PRODIGAL SON (NEW VERSION).

The prodigal made moan and sigh. (Husks are unappetising cheer ) H.s even lacked wherewith to buy The humble counter-lunch and beer. "They'll surely kill the fatted calf M I return," at length he said. In any case cold beef and half A k'af were better than no bread." Homeward he took him then apace, Urged on by dreams of sumptuous fare. c He looked into his father's faceNo himt of fatted calf was there, "Father, IVe sinned!" He wiped an eye. Swift came his father's utterance "You made the bed whereon you lieYou called the tune and you must dance. "Long since your hand forsook the plough; You took ycavr share, you went your way. * Think you no smune of it to bow A suppliant, ait my door to-day? "Eat now, and go, but take this word, The world is yours to lose or win" The son his faltering manhood spurred, And turned his back on friend and kin. Long wrought he in the wilderness, His sinews and his manhood grew. His worldly fortunes waxed no less; And still one debt remained, he knew; One which his credit far outran, Since all his wealth could not requite The deed which made of him a man Who else had lived & parasite. —"Bulletm."