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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 13, Issue 8 (November 1, 1938)

A Free-for-all

A Free-for-all.

Escape From The Grip Uv The World'S Mad Ways,
Th' Wheedling Word, The Cranky Craze
For Things The Gods Who Made The Earth
Left Out As Havin' Nought Of Worth,
Shake Off Th' Chains That Ye Endure,
The Wiffling Wants That Timpt An' Lure,
Th' Gilded Baubles Of Th' Mart,
That Sap Y'R Soul An' Break Y'R Heart—
That Dazzle So Ye Cannot See
That All The Worthwhile Things Are Free.
The Sun-Brown Vagrant In His Rags
Who On The Rutted Pathway Lags,
An' Lifts His Face Towards A Star,
Is Happier, Freer, Than Ye Are.
His Swigs A Stoup Of Earthy Ale,
That's Brewed From Sun And Autumn Gale,
An' Fervid Scent Of Reed An' Grass
That Whisper To The Winds That Pass,
Th' Tui's Rapt Impetuous Call,
Th' Shoutin' Of The Waterfall,
The Keening Of The Bush At Night,
Th' Weaving Hawk's Unhurried Flight,
The Birth O' Day When Mists Unfold
An' Turn The Dew To Beads Of Gold.
Th' Age'd River's Bouldered Bed,
Dappled With Blue An' Brown An' Red.
Such Are Th' Goods Ye Cannot Fake,
An' All Are Free For Ye T' Take,
Provided Y' Will Lift Y'R Gaze
From Jimcrack Things That Steal Y'R
Days.”