ON READING OF THE SUCCESS OF OUR ARMS AT GLENCOE.

Otago Witness, Issue 2389, 14 December 1899, Page 49

ON READING OF THE SUCCESS OF OUR ARM S AT GLENCOE.

Again, oh, Mother England, at thy- voice Has Destiny turned glad! Arming with haste, Like to a giant warrior, thy people rose, Bent, as .in days gone' by, to tax A century with their blood, or add Another star to Freedom's flag; Nor heeding north. nor south. Nor sore the task, nor dread the battlefield, Happy in death itself, whose bidding Was thy voice, oh, Mother England.

Again, oh, Mother England, have thy sons Taken their father's sword, bright, from Its scabbard to renew the strife For mankind's sake, bidding the little ones Farewell with jocund air, lest they Who held them in their arms should see The tears; hearing alone the tread Of that gone host, which won its sacred Niche within the halls of Fame Doing unflinchingly the bidding of Thy voice, Oh, Mother England. Thy voice, oh, Mother England, at thy word 'Jh- Earthy shall yield us back her pride; " Pan's viol shall awake, Venus array herself, Cu.pid bind hearts, Vulcan propel , His giant forge, and all' the gods Which made Athenia beautiful shall be .Reborn — one queen, one hope, one purpose, Shall create on earth one battlefield, Where eagerly the peoples of all lands Shall press for greater laurels than The sword could ever grant, at thy Sweet word, oh, Mother England.

-J. M.

Spreydon, December 1899,