My Beloved Islands!
p. 56 · Read in the full issue
There, in the shade of avenues of palms One magic, wind-swept day, When, from the shelter of some storm scared tree The island-face of Pan peeps out at me I will, once more, be gay!
I’ll beckon him —he’ll bolder grow l “‘Kati waiho!’ Oh, stay: Wand’ring wood god; and play Upon your pipe-of-reeds those notes to make That I have longed for, years without a break!
“My heart is fasting! Hungry! Yield to me Your lilting melody!
Waft me the message from each friend ly frond!
Chant the wild epic of the reef beyond' The sorrows of the sobbing sea!
Th,e whispers of the wind-kissed tree' Tune my dulled town-soul to the sing ing leaves!”
And Pan, whose heart, like mine, loves the deep woods, Will pipe me hymns of these!
A. J. Vogan.
Miss Nancy Brown, M.A., Dip. Ed., has joined the Methodist Mission for work among the Rabaul Chinese.