Norfolk Island

NO more my sunny isle I’ll see, The isle I’ve learnt to love so well; I’ve seen the last of pine and oak.

And gannets on the lazy swell, I yearn for the fern-clad valleys and hills.

For the sun-kissed sea and the sky so blue.

For the endless song of the pounding surf At the foot of the cliffs I love sa true.

Will I ever return to my island home.

To the friends and the scenes I’ve left behind?

Will I ever forget the tall pine trees Caressed by the touch of the northing wind?

—Peter Pinney.

St. Ignatius College, Riverview, Sydney. (Master Pinney has gone to school in Sydney, after years on beautiful Norfolk Island; where his father was Administrator. His verses may have faults of metre and scansion, but they con tain real poetry. His mother, both as Miss Murray and Mrs. Pinney, has written poetry of con siderable merit.—Ed., P.1.M.)