THE DESTROYER.
Into the night, when the sun had gone, The fast destroyer flew, And never a side-light gleamed or shone, As the pale stars grew and grew. What errand grim did she speed upon? Only her captain knew. Through the sweeping seas she clove a track Into the blinding gloom — Stumpy- funnelled, sinister, black — She was the spirit of doom. And the keen spray hailed on her turtleback, To the throb of her engine-room. Back to our forts the destroyer crept, As the dawn rushed in aflame; Her stacks were blistered, her decks sea swept, But she licked her lips as she came; And she took her place, where her com rades slept, Like a hound that had killed its game. —Between the Lights, by Will Lawson.
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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIII, Issue 10638, 14 April 1906, Page 2 (Supplement)
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128THE DESTROYER. Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIII, Issue 10638, 14 April 1906, Page 2 (Supplement)
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