A PIONEER'S REVERIE.
Heigh, Ho! I often sigh. The passing of the years ! Dear me! how times go by. Despite our hopes and fears, A sanguine youth came I To Southland’s wild domain. But all that I could spy Was bush and swamp and plain. It seems but yesterday Since I up-built my hut: My heart was young and gay As through the bush I cut. It is a saying true How that he reaps who sowSU The wilderness subdue — It blossoms as the rose. Hardships we had to stand, But let us not complain, Nature fell before our hand With axe and plough and drain. I often sit and ponder . Of changes wrought since then—• They bid me pause and wonder-* On the busy haunts of men. I rest in my old armchair My "Times” upon my knee, May fortune be your own share In this, your Jubilee. —Contributed.
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Southland Times, Issue 17193, 12 November 1912, Page 4
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