PAX BRITANNICA.

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXVI, Issue 8412, 11 January 1899, Page 4

PAX BRITANNICA.

» ■ Behind her rolling ramparts England lay, Impregnable, and girt by cliff-builttowei'S, Wcavii'g to peace and plenty, day by day, The long-drawn hours. lii peace Spring freed her flocks and showered her grain, Summer sate smiling under peaceful leaves, And Autumn piled on the unwarlike wain Her sickled sheaves. And white-winged kee!s flew fluttering to her shore, Laden with Eastern bale or Southern fleece j And from the fields of far-off labor bore The spoils of Peace. Then, seeing Her within her waves so blest, The jealous nations, panoplied alike, Said, " Look, She weats no armour on her breast What if we strike ?" But She, of their base greed and armed array | Haughtily heedless, moated by her main, Still across ocean ploughed her peaceful way, la strong disdain. Then each to the other muttered, "Now at last Her splendor shall be ours, and we shall slake Our envy. She is pillowed on her Past, And will not wake." Slowly as stirs a lion from his bed. Lengthens his limbs, and crisps his mane, She rose, Then shook out all her strength, and, flashing, said, " Where are my foes '!" Thus to herself She did herself reveal, Swiftly yet calmly put her armour on, And, round her Empire sentinelled in steel, Like morning shone ! From field and forge there thronged embattled hosts, And that one struck the anvil, this the lyre, And from the furnaces of war her coasts Were fringed with fire. Dazed and dismayed, they veiled, their futile vow ; Some fain would be her friend, and some would nurse Their hate till they could curb the micht that now They could but curse. But they who watch from where the west w ind blows, Since great themselves, proud that their kith are great, Said, "See what comes when England with her foes Sneaks at the gate !" Then back to loom and share her people poured, Chanting peace-ntraus as they reaped and gleaned, While, gazing worldwnrd, on her undrawn hwo :d Watchful She leaned. — Au'kkd Austin.