IN THE SOUTH.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XX, Issue XIV, 2 April 1898, Page 431

IN THE SOUTH.

O good green grass, the gardens here Are gay with roses all the year, And hedged with green where’er we pass ; But still we miss your modest grace ; And find there’s none to fill your place, O good green grass I The heliotropes and fuchsias, too, Thrive out of doors the winter through, And other wonders come to pass ; * And yet we’d sometimes like to see A meadow, rippling to the knee, O good green grass ! December days forget to sting ; They gild the oranges they bring ; The beiries redden while they pass ; The wind is kind ; the sun is warm ; How can you choose the cold and storm, O good green grass ! New friends in every land we find ; But dear are those we leave behind. And from our hearts they ne’er shall pass ; Not all these wonders, rich and new, Can keep our loving thoughts from you, O good green grass ! E.S.B.