A Flok Song.
Long since a bard that sang before the King Fashioned a song, simple in words and tune, And setting forth in simpleness its theme. Yet — for the bard had genius in his soul — He sang into his song God-given art, Though man'ed with human faults, as lonely labour Of individual man must always be. And since they found it good, Hie other bards Echoed his song, and as the echoes rolled, They softened down the ruggedness of his speech, And added to the music of his notes. But if a rendering of the song lacked Truth, Or if the Truth were wanting in true art, The judgment of the Master's bade it die. And throughout ages, as the song waxed old, If feebleness were found in any part, The judgment of the Master's bade it die. Thus grew the song in strength for evermore.
A. E. Currie
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New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, 1 July 1901, Page 769
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150A Flok Song. New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, 1 July 1901, Page 769
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