QUEENSTOWN.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 3376, 2 March 1920, Page 5

QUEENSTOWN.

(By "Bon Jour.") Ln a sweet little bay Whore the dancing waves play, Or the angry surf breaks into foam, Lies a dear little town Which has earned fair renown; How I love to call Queenstown my home. There are neat little nooks, Tiny streamlets and brooks, Dashing waterfalls dancing down hills. There are bush-covered coves 1 , And wherever one roves Ate such scenes that your whole being thrills. There are hills grand and high, Tow'ring up i ]l w* 6 sky, And a sentinel watch they do keep; There are willows .so green Round the margin serene Of the lake that is tranquil and deep. ■Mountain lops capped in white, Dazzling loads where the light Almost blinds with the glare of the sun; There are glens dark and cool, Many a shady pixd, Mossy rocks where the trickling streams run. Let them brag of the North: They may rave of its worth, Its attractions none can deny; But give me Queenstown Till the day I lay down. My frame when my time comes to die. February, 1920.