The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 80a
Too long they cumbered lands that should be free,
A lustful breed, intolerant and bold,
Guarding with jealous guard the gates of gold—
The treasures of a dead Enternity.
Too long with insult and with treachery
They paid her sons who succoured them of old,
Till Freedom groaned, and the loud echo rolled
Appealing to the Empire over-sea.
Now Britain calls, shall not her children arm,
And bid the tyrant from oppression cease?
Surely the God of Battles is with us!
Fenr not, the bullet bite and sabre harm,
From the warashes there shall come forth Peace,
As morning from the womb of Hesperus.
"Each of 'em doing his country's work."—Kipling.
1—His Excellency the Earl of Ranfurly, Governor of New Zealand 2—Major Cradock., in command of the second New Zealand Contingent 3—Colonel, Penton, Commander of the New Zealand Forces 4—The Right Hon R. J. Seddon, P.C., L.L.D., Premier of New Zealand 5—Major Robin, Commander of the first New Zealand Contingent.