Poet's Corner.
To Mother. Mother mine, sweet mother mine, Thou wilt take the wreath I twine And hold it dear ; Tho* others deem the florets shine, Palely and sear. I can cull but lovely flowers ; Not such as grow incultur'd bow'rs Where art beguiles. Butwildlings born 'midst changeful hours Of tears and smiles. Were I skilled, fair on thy brow Glorious summer wreaths would glow Coronals bright ; Tinted like the radiant bow With varied light. Ah 1 if I could, a wreath thou'dst wear— A wreath of beauty, matchless, rare, So proudly now, Soft twining 'midst the silvering hair Upon thy brow ; There each flower that sweetest blowsLilies rivalling July snows, Scented jessamine, Proud japonica, queenly rose Would brightly shine. The will, but not the power, I own : Thou'lt prize it, mother ; then alone For thee I twine This simple wreathlet, poor, self-sown, Sweet mother mine.
Pukerau.
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Otago Witness, Volume 15, Issue 1562, 15 October 1881, Page 24
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147Poet's Corner. Otago Witness, Volume 15, Issue 1562, 15 October 1881, Page 24
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