VAGRANT VERSE
THE SONG. (Written for the Southland Times). In China in a village Beside the Ho-angbo A poet made a lyric Ten thousand years t ago. And all along the river The little song was sung By yellow men and women When all the world was young. The Wall was in the building The workmen beard and sang And far into Siberia A haunting minor rang. A king would hear a workman, A soldier or a slave Sing, and then remember He had a soul to save. The centuries have speeded, And China is old, my dear, But the poet's not forgotten, His little rhyme is here. So in the twilight singing A tune not on the page Think of the Chinese effort Ten thousand years of age The mighty Wall is crumblitv The new has touched the old. Fame dies of kings and warriors, AU but the song is cold. What matter of the country, The age, the manner paid, In China, France or England The lyrist plys his trade. —Southerner. Invercargill, Juna 10.
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Southland Times, Issue 18964, 11 June 1923, Page 4
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176VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 18964, 11 June 1923, Page 4
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