Auld Jamie Waft.—A Song in The New Zealand Survey
- Auld Jamie had been a bright weaver of old,
/ And seldom was favored with silver or gold;
/ Though early and late he would ply at his craft,
/ Still blythe as a linnet was auld Jamie Waft.
/ And when to New Zealand auld Jamie did come,
/ To follow dame fortune and seek a fresh home;
/ In meeting with hardships he never shew’d saft,
/ But stick to his colours did auld Jamie Waft.
/ For Jamie when landed had scarcely a shilling,
/ But had a stout heart and twa hands that were willing
/ For all kind o’ wark though professing no craft;
/ So naething could wrang come tae auld Jamie Waft.
Canto First in The New Zealand Survey
- And among whom their Queen can walk at large—
/ Save but for equipage and princely show
/ Becoming dignity—without that dread
/ Which calls for great precautions of defence,
/ As despots use ’mid their degraded serfs:—
/ Nay, more, receive a welcome that resounds
- How Tyranny is here put to the blush
/ To see a happy people who possess
/ A nobleness of soul,—ev’n ’mongst the poor;—
/ Which quite outshines that of their pompous peers
/ In outward splendour clad;—while among whom
/ All freedom circulates, as through one’s veins
/ Flows the life giving fluid in good health
/ Imparting joyous vigour through the frame;—
/ Such freedom that appreciated can be
/ Best by its daily use—becoming part
/ And parcel of existance—and exempt
/ From aught that tends to turn it to abuse:—
- And Superstition fain would hide the head
/ Convinced of folly in its rigid rites
/ Of formal services, and outward show,
/ Where mammon more is served than Him who claims
/ The humble heart’s devotion as his due.
/ Come from a sterile soil, where stunted views
/ Of holy life but grovel upon earth,
/ And never can expand to heav’nly heights,
/ Nor peace nor charity extend to all
/ Who differ may in conscience from his rule;
/ He finds some strange misgivings in his heart,
/ As there, some voice for first to him reveal’d,
/ A deep impression makes, as ’twould declare
/ That with his former ideas of truth
/ Were mingled much of error!—such bestirs
/ Reflections on the history of the past
/ With sighings for the future, while he strives
/ To raze what habit long has rooted deep!
Canto Fifth in The New Zealand Survey
- Oh! what is worse than sympathy extinct?
/ And human hearts become the demon’s den?—
/ Then man, the greatest enemy to man
/ Becomes, when dire ferocity is roused
/ Each ’gainst his fellow, through necessity,
/ Urged by a craving lust like beasts of prey!
/ Nay worse!—and more degrading—’gainst their kind
/ None’s ravenous, though they might disagree,
/ A fellow to devour!—Their scarce supplies
/ Of all that craving appetite demands
/ Have driven them oft to sad revolting deeds,
/ The source of fierce exterminating feuds
/ For sake of plunder; when the “weak” must fall
/ To “might” a prey, as when the smaller fry
/ Of ocean, by the greater, are devoured!
- Could this unhappy people, as they were,
/ Be called the true possessors of the soil?
/ Their occupancy never seemed secure;
/ And dread debarred their aiming to improve
/ In cultivation’s art, or ev’n t’ extend
/ Their labours more than served a present need;
/ Or what some exigency might demand!
/ But not for social intercourse in trade
/ Among their neighb’ring tribes; for jealousy
/ Debarr’d such efforts, lest they’d fall a prey
/ To lawless lust; and, as their wants were few,
/ So even these with little must be met;
/ Unless it were when plund’ring was the rule!
/ The wilderness remained an idle waste!
/ The land was uninhabited, while those,
A Dinner Hour Reverie in The New Zealand Survey
- Alas, how many are enthralled
/ By fashion’s chain that binds to earth
/ In grov’ling mood; contemning peace
/ Which nature in them might give birth.
/ Then daily toils would pleasure prove
/ More than a burden to be borne!—
/ Why hug such chains of slavery so
/ That should rejected be with scorn?
- Why thus should fretful thoughts annoy
/ A rational mind, may one enquire?
/ When all around, as ready, wait
/ Our hearts with pleasure to inspire.
/ ’Tis worldly pride, that peace destroys,
/ And kindles there each baneful strife;
/ Envenoming the purest joys
/ That might attach to human life.
/ The wants of nature are but few,
/ And eas’ly to be satisfied;
/ While those created ever grow
/ More and more complex when allied
/ Unto vain glory!—Such would shake
/ O’er one the tyrants vengeful rod,
/ Enslaving best affectious still
/ That should be rendered to his God.
A Parting for War.—A Song in The New Zealand Survey
- There’s glory ’mid the din of war,
/ Though nought ye see but danger, love;
/ Should Freedom’s sons e’er brook debar
/ From proving her avenger, love!
/ ’Tis thine, indeed, to weep o’er ills
/ Which tyrant pride inflicteth, love;
/ But be it mine to thwart that will
/ Which Freedom’s joys restricteth, love!
Canto Second in The New Zealand Survey
- While many shoals
/ Of various kinds of fish, all more inclined
/ To be gregarious, like some beastial tribes
/ Of terra-firma, o’er the length and breadth
/ Of space now occupied with these whole isles,
/ Pleased with their ample scope, would journey on
/ As sent the prey of others in their need,
/ Whose whole employment seem but to devour!
/ Which are by others preyed upon in turn—
/ An intermingling constant ruthless war,
/ One ’gainst the other—strong against the weak,
/ The weak content to feast upon the dead
/ Of those that had devoured their ancient sires!
Signs of the Times in 1853 in The New Zealand Survey
- Thus soaping well the list’ning crowd;
/ He in their ears can bawl aloud,
/ “Oh! how I love the working man!”*—
/ Aye! love him?—Surely!—that’s the plan
/ To gain his flatter’d favours:—though
/ ’Tis on the hustings, a mere show,
/ Their special ends to gain!—and then
- So, such the mode to gain us plann’d,
/ Their compensations large of land!
/ Those lordships great, who reap the gains
/ Of poor men’s sufferings, and pains,
/ Must now in gratitude bestow
/ The highest honor they can shew
/ Upon their “man;” with equal cheer
/ Would add some mighty sum per year,
/ Which, to be raised, may add to tax
/ Laid slyly on your slavish backs!
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