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BRITAIN AND AMERICA.

GREAT BRITAIN'S MESSAGE.

POEM BY THE POET LAUREATE.

We are indebted to Mr Thomas Turnbull, architect, for th« following 1 extract from the Scottish American, which is of very special interest at this juncture:— New York, Wednesday, March 30th, 1898.—-All the London papers on Monday morning gave prominence to the following poem by Mr Alfred Austin, the Poet Laureate, which, it seems, was inspired by a despatch from New York recording a feeling in favour of an Anglo-American entente. The poem was immediately cabled to this country, and is meeting with much laudation on account both of its chivalrous and friendly tone and its undoubted poetic merits: — What is the voice I hear On the wind of the Western Sea? Sentinel, listen, from out Cape Clear, And say what the voice may be. " '"lis a proud, free people calling loud To a people proud and free. " And it says to them, ' Kinsmen, hail! We covered have been too long. \Now*. let u* have don l * vuh a worn-out tale— The Tiale of an aaoiont wrong ; And our friendship laiii ior.g as love doth last, And be stronger than Death is strong.' " Answer them, sons o£ the self-same race, And blood of the self-same clan, Let us speak to each other face to face, And answer as man to man ; And loyally love and trust each other As none but freemen can. Now fling them out to the breezeShamrock, Thistle and Rose ; And the Star Spangled Banner unfurl with these— A message to friends and foes, Wherever the Eails of peace are seen, And wherever the warwind blows. As message to bond and thrall to wake; For, wherever we come, we twain, The throne of the tyrant shall reck and quake, And his menace be void and vain. For you are lords of a strong, young land, And we are lords of the main. Yes, this is the voice on the bluff March gale : " We severed have been too long." But now we have done with a worn-out tale The tale of an ancient wrong,; And our friendship laat long as love doth last, And be stronger than Death is strong.

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New Zealand Mail, Issue 1367, 12 May 1898, Page 29

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BRITAIN AND AMERICA. New Zealand Mail, Issue 1367, 12 May 1898, Page 29

BRITAIN AND AMERICA. New Zealand Mail, Issue 1367, 12 May 1898, Page 29

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