The Spike or Victoria College Review, June 1908
Eheu Fugaces!
Eheu Fugaces!
O lover of the strident Strand,—
In London's roar imperial,
Dost thou remember Maoriland ?
The combers croon on leagues of sand;
The blue Pacific laughs its thrall :
O lover of the strident Strand!
On ranges Isolation planned,
The sheep bleat, and the wild ducks call :
Dost thou remember Maoriland ?
The smoke curls where the homesteads stand,
By thatched stockade, and slip-railed stall :
O lover of the strident Strand !
Lost mates of saddle, weather-tanned,
Still line the old red woolshed-wall :
Dost thou remember Maoriland ?
And gifts the Gods held in their hand,—
Their ghosts in camp-fires dance and fall.
O lover of the strident Strand,
Dost thou remember Maoriland?
Seaforth Mackenzie.