THE WAR GARDEN.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 11947, 5 March 1917, Page 1

THE WAR GARDEN.

I Come forth. Belinda, to our garden j fair, j And le-i us hale our rose-trees from the soil. Tho little pergola we builded there With rustic an and superhuman toil, In those dear, peaceful days so long j ;igouG. j Deleuda est, for lo! a war is on. j And where the larkspur raised bis spire j oi blue, J Where chaste white lilies biooixioS j golden buds Of aconite should soon ho peeping j through I lite soil must yield a nohlo crop of I epuds. And to that end entrenchmeirte must he mnde And blistered hands mast- ply the sinning spade. Here in this distant comer we shall. raise A simple stye of the. substantial sori), Wherein, an honoured guest for all his days, Percy, our. youthful porker, shall disport, For in this war of victuals, be it known. The whole hog has a value of his own. And when the time of harvest comes anace, And kindly earth shall yield her tnb-erons hoard. And we have looked our last on Percy's face, A joint of pork sliall grace our festive hoard. With baked potatoes in a garland rare. What flowers could match the fragrance of snch faro? TOUCHSTONE," in "Daily Mail" '