Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XXXX, Issue 10500, 22 November 1902, Page 4

Poetry.

Wreck of the Elingamlte. — ■• Sea-girded, sea-bounded, our hearts needi be brave When Azrael rides on the crest of the wave That rolls 'neath thie mist oni our rack^erriieid! strand; (Though heaven is as near by the deep, as by land.) Sea-girded, sea-bounded, our people as one Are quickened to serve by the sad minute gun: ''■' There are mortals in peril—scarce stronger their plea. . < Had one mother borne us on bosom and knee. ' : What matter the faith, or the fashion of folk? The passionf of pity will break every yoke. ■ Like tow into 1 flame, so kind impulses sweep . The Island at dolorous news from the I deep. Sea-girded, sear-bounded', the- virtues find home . Where billows of ocean are chafed in- : to foam. When elements threaten, the safety of i man We coiint back, tot Adam, all sons of one c'a.n. Sea-girded, sea-bounded, thank God i that the hour Of imminent peril unfolded the flower That blossomed in Eden, and! blossomed enow. When cad depths were gulfing the I ill/fated prow: That chivalry sweetened! those | moments of dread

Is joy to the living and praise to the dead. The hand of the hero of Zutpheii niight grip The'hand of true heitoes who sailed oni that ship.

■ Sea-girded, sea-bounded', one record | the more To add to the Empire's illustrious score, Thie power, and the pluck of the Briton at bay— His heirloom for ages, hi* glory today. O.headlands of danger I O vapours that lie Too dense to: be pierced) %■ the farseeing eye, Sad dool ye have wrought us by this tragic blow— But skies of the deluge were skies of the: bow. —ROSLYN. Auckland. "' . ,