A Suva Poet
p. 36 · Read in the full issue
Mrs. Parham, the well-known botan ist and poet of Suva, whose articles upon the neglected flora of “Fair Fiji’’ often grace the columns of The Fiji
Times, has just produced another little
work, neatly set up, printed and bound by her own clever daughters. We are glad to give an example from its pages of this versatile lady’s poesy;
Naicobocobo Point
In the waves’ cadence, far below.
The thoughtful hear a whisper plain; And on the winds that come and go Is borne aloft the sad refrain: “All are like grass, and all must pass, ‘Kai-si’*, or of the Chiefly class.”
Yet in God’s love, so full and wide, We sinners all may shelter find; He is our rock —where we may hide, Our comforter in stress of mind.
Yes, ours the truest spirit-road.
Leading us surely up to God. *Poor folk. Literally, “those who may be eaten.”