POETS' CORNER.
THE CANTERBURY EMIGRANT. (A NEW EDITION OF THE " IRISH EMIGRANT.") I'm thinking of the day, Mary, When we stood side by side, Poor wanderers from our native land, When first you were my bride. The fern was waving tall and rank, And the wind blew keen and high, But a smile was on your lip, Mary, And the love-light in jour eye. The place is greatly changed, Mary, The tall fern waves no more, And many an Old World blossom bright, Now nestles round our door. Our home is snug and warm, Mary, As any Old World home, And I prize its low thatched cottage roof, More than a gilded dome. Put a fresh log on the hearth, Mary, And call oar friends around, We'll celebrate our ' coming' day, And the blessings we have found. We journied forth in fait.h and hope, From our home across the main, And now we are so happy here, We'd not go back again. But we'll not forget the Old World, In boasting of the New, Nor the many friends we left behind, The friends both kind and true. We'd drink prosperity to all, And if they love good cheer, And cannot find it where they are, Why let them all come here !
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Lyttelton Times, Volume I, Issue 16, 26 April 1851, Page 7
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211POETS' CORNER. Lyttelton Times, Volume I, Issue 16, 26 April 1851, Page 7
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