THE KING TO HIS PEOPLES.
One from the ends of the earth—gifts • at an open door— Treason has much, but wo, Mother, thy sous, have inoro!
Count, are we feeble or few? Hear, is our speech so rude? Look, are we poor in the land? Judge, are we men of tho Blood?
Gifts have we only to-day—Love without promise or fee— Hoar, for the children speak,, from the uttermost parts of the sea—Kipling.
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 11215, 22 October 1914, Page 4
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