VAGRANT VERSE
THE ORETI ANTHOLOGY. 215—The King. (Written for the Southland Tinies.) The noblest of our English kings To face the stress of war and strife, And all the tide tempestuous brings. Which makes the salty lust of life. Sea-captain; sailing England’s main; . Sea-farer over all the globe, The ancient pride was ours again When you put on a royal robe. High master of the olden fleet, Brave Blake and Nelson arc your kin On that staunch oak where noiseless feet Rushed forth an English fame to win. To live the poetry of the wave, The splendid glamour of the seas, You sought where mountain billows drave, A dream of British destinies. Sire, war is spent, and peace has come, ■ And you have taken pain to nurse; Peace is a monster that is dumb, Although it fill the house and purse. And your true heart was all your plan When you set out to prove one thing— The pride that does become a man In the large duty of a king. —Southerner. Invercargill, June 3, 1929.
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Southland Times, Issue 20790, 3 June 1929, Page 6
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176VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 20790, 3 June 1929, Page 6
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