HAWAII.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XXXII, Issue 9976, 13 November 1895, Page 3

HAWAII.

Fair land of flowers, land of flame, Of aunbotn scan, of sea-born clime, Of clouds low shepherded and tame As white pet sbtep at shearing time, Of great, white, generous, high-born rain, Of rainbows builded not in vain— Of rainbows builded for tho feet Of love to pass dry-shod anil fleot) From isle to isle, when smell of musk 'Mid twilight is, and one loue star Sits in the brow of dusk." • Oh, dyine, sad-voiced, sea-born maid, And plundered, dying, still sing on. 'J'hy breast against the thorn in laid—• Sing on, sing on, sweet (lying swan. How pitiful I And so despoiled ]Jy thoio you fed, for whom you toiled 1 Aloha! . Hail you, and farewell, Far echo of some lost seashell! Some song that lost its way at sea, Some sea-lost notes of nature, lost, And crying, came to me. Dusk maid, adieu! Ono seashell less— Sad seashell silenced and forgot. 0 llachaol In the wilderness, Wail on 1 Vour children they are not. And they who took them, they who laid Hard hand, shall they not feel afraid! Shall they who in the naino of God Robbed and enslaved oscapo his rod I Give me some after world afar from t'jese hard men, for well I know Ilell must be whore they are. Joaquin Milieu,