ORIGINAL POETRY.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume I, Issue 10, 28 February 1890, Page 3

ORIGINAL POETRY.

MURDERS ON THE MAUNGATAPCJ Par 1 ? Two.— Mokn;ng of the Eseodkon. Tba fo'erm tolling of that ’mournful Lea’s the pale air : by that loud-clashing koeU i Men summon grisly death, and dare to bring Beneath that blessed sun that awful angel’s wing. At that dread sound, fierce murder, dripping blood | Leaps from the indent height whereon ho stood, | And, shuddering, crouches in bis darkest caves i Foul with the sickening air, that Steam* from new made graves. ; For now he knows h»s wretched sons*: must die J Under the witness of the. glaring s' ys; The steadfast sun shall see mankind disclaim . i That foulest deed that filled the earth with shame. Not a 1 great ocean’s waves can wash the stain Of innocent blood, and make earth fair agahi: Not all the winds that blow beneath the sun Gan sweep from earth the sin these men have done. Till that last day, when men shall meet their Hod, That sin shall lie where savage murder trod; Let ns, who soorn the murderers, watch and pray No hate of fellow-men stain oar hearts thr t •’ y.

THE REVERIE REVIEWED. In Havelock, when the sun is low, A minstrel wanders Sad and slow, Revolving in an anxious brain The rhyuus that come with grief and pain; And every man declares that he Is mad or in a reverie. What gives bis face, by nature mild, A demon’s aspect, dark and wild ? Alas! the rhymes refuse to meet, The verses totter on their feet; The rales of syntax won’t agree In his fantastic reverie. By tricks unknown he makes the stuff, Look ten yards off correct enough. The press approves—though all men know Tiut folly could no farther go ; Ah! editor, it seems to me Yon, too, were touched with reverie. To bards ILe this is license given, By special ordinance of Heaven, To kill or main, in self-defence, Queen's English, truth, and common sense; But rhyme must grace, in some degree, The meanest minstrel’s reverie, Alas 1 those tuneless lines attest That rhyme has perished with the rest. Of rhyme and reason, both bereft, Oh, gua.diau angel what his left f A thing absurd as bosh can be, A hazy, crazy reverie. For after all this fact remains— Even doggerel rhyme requires brains ; The minstrel weaves his web in vain Without a thread of something sane, And that’s the thread I cannot see In this outrageous reverie.