Select Poetry.

Otago Witness, Issue 568, 18 October 1862, Page 6

Select Poetry.

Address to an Ass, on seeing one by the Pablic Road 0,1 a Sibbalh AJ owing. — " Hast «ut thy lirefOsfswr, brother cuddy, And laid ibee down in peace to study, How thy life s stream is made sno uiuddy % puidliu' fate, And how earth's ill. -s noon thy bo ly Like slaves await 1 ? " Thou of haul toil Inst aye thy share, T'iy f;itthf'u' eide-i aiv. u-oi'u rin-hare ; Thy shirpit rump o1o 1 tie h and hair Sac k-an and scanty, Wi forcanr 1 eloquence dedave Thy griefo owre plenty. " Aft hast, thnu bjrne that bitter }-oke (While thy l.imo lord loo'c dram and smoke, And thou stood weary o' thy yoke 4nd hunger's throes), The lang, provoking, loom bran poke Hung- at thy nose. " Thy race, poor beast have ever trod Low on affliction's eerie road, Aye sin' the prophet loon be«tro.le Thy learned forbaar ;— Still doomed some petty tyrant's n>d And lash to boar. " And though a colt o' thy scorned kin Was honoured 'mang the brutes lari£ syne liy Him o' lineage Divine, We never see That men the sacred honour rain' For good bo thee, " Aud whence that air o' injured patience ? Was it first caused by lack o' rations, When samples o' earth's hairy nations Auld Noah caved, Or had anterior vexatious The air engraved." By David Wingath.