THOUGHTS ON JUBILEE DAY.

Auckland Star, Volume XXI, Issue 35, 12 February 1890, Page 5

THOUGHTS ON JUBILEE DAY.

Ring out your jubilee from brazen lips With clangorous iron tongue; F'aunt ye from turret, spire, and house-top Gay-tinted, vaunting banners courting the

breeze; Belch forth your mimic thunder From the sable-throated cannon, Voicing red-heeled conquest in a nun decade. Blow ye the trumpet in this time of peace. Clash your tuned cymbals, Echo your gilded halls, Fi ash-fronted meretricious. To roll of mercenary drum; To squeak oC clarion, And tramp of footstep. Conquerors and conquered. Treading together to martial strain, The land that now belongs To God knows who! IE rifcht of bloody c.mqtiest M ako it yours, oh, Pukeha, By right of carnage Of your brother man, By right of lust of land, By force of arms wielded In unrighteous cause. By right of rapine, Bible, rum and sword, By broken treaty, broken pledge. And violated promise given, By serpents cunning, J> nd by foul device and fraud, Then, truly, Pakeha, this is thine own domain, Therefore rejoice, and raise From pulpit and from platform praiao To Him who holds within the hollow of His

hand The destinies of this and every land. Shout aloud, dance, with gladness sing, " Who now is serf waa once a Maori King." Wade ye knee deep in dust, as 'twere a flood, Each particlo conceals a brother's blood, Which cries aloud with solemn awful Bound From all the conliscated blood-stained ground OL' men who from the foonian would not flinch, iJut for their hearths and homes fought inch by

inch Till for their footsoles found they not a place. Yes oh ! triumph o'er this noble race ; Let hist'ry'B pages all your glory tell. How meanness triumphed, and how heroes fell; How their descendants, cowed, degraded,

beaten. Ye lured afar your triumph but to sweeten With gaudy tinsel so.the landshark leads Benighted savages with strings of beads, And grabs, by contracts that are traced in

A million acres of their Fatherland. Ye might have spared tho remnant of a

nation This lasting, last of all, humiliation. Have they no thought of those who fought and bled % Have they no memories of their hallowed

dead? No proud traditions of the days of yore When this fair land was thoirs from shore to

shore ? When, tho' they bent the knee to stock or

stone. No liar or sleek hypocrite wa3 known. Strangers alike wv& they to tyrants' drum, Strange creeds and " missionary rum " Dragged at your chariot wheels. Why were

" Butchered to make an Auckland holiday V Pro Pcdor.

Auckland, 10th February, 1890,