OR,

BRITISH COLUMBIA.

BY

KINAHAN CORNWALLIS,

AUTHOR OF "YARRA YARRA," "HOWARD PLUNKETT," &c., &c.

To the clime of Columbia, Britain's new born,
Where the rays of the sun gladly usher the morn,
And the landscape deck out with a smile;

Where the hearts of the countless beat hopefully high,
And gold doth the moments beguile;

Where the frown of the mountains, the blue of the sky,
Contrast in their beauty with forest and plain;

Where the green perfumed prairie rolls in the breeze,
And mankind ever struggle for gain;

Where the sight of the ore even fails to appease

Man's inordinate yearning for gold,

Still making each eagerly struggle the more

For the treasure ungather'd-untold.

To that clime go, ye people, ye sons of the west,
"Tis a land of exuberant plenty and joy;

Go, ye children of cities, by fortune opprest,

Where gold may be gathered which knows no alloy;

Far and wide doth it lie on that beautiful shore;

May it gladden and laurel the pathway of time

Left the wanderer to traverse who reaps from its mine.
"Tis the bauble of earth;-'tis the gift of the clime,
Of millions the spoil,-It is mine-It is thine.

WITH A MAP, ANI, ILLUSTRATION BY THE AUTHOR.

LONDON:

THOMAS CAUTLEY NEWBY, PUBLISHER,

30, WELBECK STREET.

1858.

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