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Waikato Times, Volume 113, Issue 18929, 26 April 1933, Page 21 (Supplement)

war! no peace! peace is to me a war. O Lymoges! O Austrial thou dost shame that bloody spoil; thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward, thou little valiant, great in villainy! thou ever strong upon'the stronger side! thou Fortune’s champion, that dost never fight but when her humorous ladyship is by to teach thee safety! thou art perjur’d too, and sooth’st up greatness. What a fool art thou! A ramping fool; to brag, and stamp, and swear, upon my party! Thou cold blooded slave, hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side being sworn my soldier? bidding me depend upon thy stairs, thy fortune, and thy strength? And dost thou now fall over to my foes? Thou wear a lion’s hide! doff it for shame, and hang a calf’s skin on those recreant limbs. '<.■■■ Class 3 BOBOLINK. (Anon.) Once on a golden afternoon ' - With radiant faces and hearts in tune Two fond lovers, in dreamy mood, Threaded a rural solitude, Wholly happy, they only knew That the earth was bright, and the sky was blue; That light was beauty and joy and song Charmed the way as they -passed along, The air fragrant with woodland scents, The squirrel frisked on the roadside fence; And hovering near them “Chee, chee, chink?” Queried the curious bobolink. Pausing and peering with sidelong head, As saucily questioning all.they said) While the oxeye danced off its slender stem, And all glad nature rejoiced with them. Over the odorous fields were strewn Wilting winrows of grass new mown, And rosy billows of clover bloom Surged in the sunshine and breathed perfume. Swinging low on a slender limb The sparrow warbled his wedding hymn, And balancing on a blackberry -briar, The bobolink sung with his heart on flr»— “Chink; if you wish to kiss her, do; Do it! you coward, you; Kiss her; kiss her. Who will see ? Only we three—we three, we three.” Tender garlands of drooping vines, Through dim. vistas of sweet-breathed pines, Past wide meadow fields, lately mowed, Wandered the indolent country-road, jhe lovers followed it, listening still, And, loitering slowly as lovers will, Entered a grey-roofed bridge that lay Dusk and cool In the pleasant way. Fluttering brightly from brink to brink Followed the garrulous bobolink,, Rallying loudly, with mirthful din, The pair who lingered unseen within. And when from the friendly bridge at la,>A Into the road beyond they passed, i Again beside her the tempter went, Keeping the thread of his argument—- “ Kiss her, kiss her—chink-a-chee-chee; I’ll not mention it; don’t mind me; I’ll be sentinel—l can see '■ All around from the tall birch tree.” But ah! they noted nor deemed it strange, In his rollicking chorus a trifling change: “Do it!—do it!” with might and main, Warbled the tell-tale—Do it again.