ORIGINAL POETRY. THE EDITOR'S PROLOGUE.

Daily Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 5, 20 May 1843, Page 4

ORIGINAL POETRY. THE EDITOR'S PROLOGUE.

We've bid adieu— no matter *hy, or wherefore— To that bright clime where Freedom's soul doth dwell ; I would not sye»k of what has ov.ce been— 'herefore Drop th' dark theme*— and breathe the pa-t. farewell ! "U h .t is there here just principle may dare for ? Wait a brief second whilst I hu.aal.ly tell — Man has — for instance — as at home, a cause t A feeling universal — liberty, and laws J 0 t'is a truth 1 and in my coul I hate-it Broils v; on broils, break, buuble, and ferment, And Ms impossible— one cannot prate it In prettier words, than— anger »nd contempt J— Thuih is a will, that doubtless did create it— 1 do not wish to ga:nisb, or invent, Hut merely (or u little excercise Tj wipe a film from the publics' eyes. "J is t-ue, this soil of our adoption— most Luxuriantly proiiuceth proper iood, Pi:w in these Southern Latitudes can boast Of such supplies— both p entiful and good,— Climate unmatched— fine harbVage on ita coas — Fx-Ida cf wild fUx— and valaab'e wood— # U htch last, bet said, with straight and stately pnde, In th' blue chaos seek;,, its plumes to hide. K^\ here it is, as on our fathers' fchore, '] he chrir.e oi Humbug has its worslvppers ; Th- Representatives of Majesty fdore >X\l\\ blind infatuation— pompous curs] Parking and Hung at honest peoples door, ' rjtl the poor sul ject wearied, prefers Pilence to persecution— and thus presses Into oblivion hi hauttur of these Asses 1 One thing i- certain, now I'm on the theme, II men want jusiic— -bretidly I may guess, That thro' the.dim orbits of my path dofs seem One lone escape — an independent press, . 'i here let btern justice and bold virtue teem Th' withering truth —to excu'pate m& b'ess— ULro' ihese our columns,— and, I dare to boast, Humbug wi.l flit, and fraud give up the ghobt 1 M.nds of weaV mould— with head-piece w aker Btill— Striving to crush th' patriot's holy fire But blunt th' arrows of conceited will, Whilst keeping watch to see the flair e expire :— Such is the power, used barbarously ill, Proud, yet exhausted, see its dupes retir .—. — .Now I should not for the universe be thought To hint at our fiir gentleman at court." But thro' th' portals of th' human breast There mas a tide that I rocks not public wtong ; One, dark spell liveth in th' mmd oppressed That scorns to brook oppression's venom long : 'Tis our ovrn birth-right — coblest,, purest, best, Puling in gloom, th' passion's hos* among; — How strange, a man a,dminist'ring th' laws bhould be a rascal to obtain applause 1 Centaur. Auckland, April 17, 1843.