OUR COLONIAL CONTINGENTS.
The following poem by Sir Donald Horne McFarlane was published on December 13 in the London 'Daiiy News" The author is a brother of Mr. Allan McFarlane. of
Wellington Lodge, East Wellington, and resided in this colony for about 13 years. Afterwards he went to India, amassed wealth there, and after his return to England, sat in the House of Commons for County Carlow, Ireland, and for Argyll shire, Scotland:— There are coming from many a distant home, ' From many a far off strand; Ticy arc loniing to lwlp. as we knew they would. The rights of the Fatherland. We planted the seed in Australian soil. And in Canada's deepest snow. And freedom lut!i nourisltnl this kindly crop Of love Uut,uas cure to grow. When our sun ?oos down in the Western Sea, The lost bright clcains we catch. Are u-akinp our son*, on the other tide, To rise lor the morning watch. Tt-.e drum* heat loud in Australian towns, And the ruffle is heard afar. And Critar.nia'* children are hurrying on. To sliarc in their Mother's war. The Empire's awake, and our people are read/ To icme at a moment'* ca'l. And our foes mint learn that a blow to one Is felt as a blow to all. And the love that 'ttandj by' with a Killing hand To help in the stormy weather. The ties M kin will draw liciiter still. When they shed (heir blood together.