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Hot Lakes Chronicle, Volume 15, Issue 793, 4 November 1905, Page 3

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DEDICATED TO THE MEMBERS OF THE ROTOItUA BOWLING CLUB. When gallant Drake played out his game Upou the sward of Plymouth Hoe, And later,' 'mid the battle flame, Out-bowled the haughty Spanish foe, Courage and insight were more keen By virtue of that famous green. And who, beneath the kindly sun, Fanned by tho odorous breath of spring, Can watch the nimble Kitty 11111, But- feels his life a goodlier thiugP And find him better for his play, To meot the strenuous " every day." It may he that the good God skips Our play from our first natal hour, Looks kindly 011 our prime I slips, And marks our slowly lengthening power. Points the white central Jack, full high, W'hero He would have our effort lie. A straight, true line we may not drive, To peril all our comrades' play. Each man must at the goal arrive With Nature's bias, his own w ay Draw to the Kitty, cheek by joivl (Perchance 'tis thus, one saves his soul). A humble poet greets you fair, Your humble pastime is so good, Its masonry holds everywhere Symbolic of man's brotherhood. The day you open up your green, Hay all good omens intervene.