THE TRACK FROM THE HUT TO THE WELL. Did you eyer tread down .through a dell-way, .Through an old track burnt and blazed, Swinging billy in hand-to a well-way, And staud for a moment amazed ? Did you hear the woodpeckers calling, Each note ringing out like a bell,And you on the bracken bed lolling, On the track from the hut to the well ? Did you stand by the well with a feeling Of sighs in your breast for to hark, While their silvery notes came a-stealing— While their dear little bills pecked the b?rk V Did they Hit, did they look, did they hear you, While chippiug the hollowed-out shell; Did you think that Heaven was near you . In a track from the hut to the well ? I know of a lovely old track-way, Strewed thickly with tall, creeping vines, And it winds to a well down a braokway, 'Mid birches, totaras, and pines. The dew on the leaflets would glisten As trickling and trickling it-fell j I've there often sipped dew to listen, On the track from the hut.to the well, I havo dodged down this track ero the dawning Just to hark to my old forest glees— Ero the streets of the east were yet fawning, Ere thobirda were astir in the trees; And I've heard such toft glue glues From the warblers down in the dell, And the silvery notes of thetuls, On the track from the hut to the well. Shall I ever forget my old smoke oh's Afar in the track in the rise. Where oft I was charmed with the mokos, And tears fastly fell from my eyes. Oh I those notes rang out softly and pealine, And the echoes would chime like a bell; But, ah, they were lovely and healing. On the track from the hut to the well. And later I've stood 'neath the " ratas," Under glinted sunstreams lizy tossed, While the sweetest of forest sonatas' Made Eden a Paradise lost. I sat under lea of abbatis, While feelings so soft o'er me fell, And gathered the native clematis On the track from the hut to-the well. I fancy I hear them now singing Away in that trackway ?o dear, A'ringing, and ringing.'and ringing, And I feel that I'd long to be near. Just to walk in the cool morning's stilly. While the warblers were at it pell nicll, While I sang to the clang of the billy On the track from the hut to the well. I'm here in the heart of the city, 'Mid the troubles of life and the push, But I'm out of it all, more's the pity, And I sigh for the folds of the bush. While others seem happy and merry My sorrows seem only to swell, For with me there is something a-missing, And I pine for the track by the well. I sigh for the bold Kaikomakas, A sigh full of longing and yearns, Justta go where the wings of the kakas Are dipped in the double crape ferns. And I pine for the fair sheeny gleamlands Away in that paradise dell, That now I see only in dreamlands. In the track from the hut to the well. „ ■' '" W.H.F. Dunedin, November 4.
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MOKO-MOKO., Evening Star, Issue 10470, 13 November 1897, Supplement