354 THE HARP OF PITCAIRN. 
Or with arrow and grains, on the calm nights of summer, 
When the "Davy " recedes from the shores of Tahtama, 
The tribes of the ocean, allured by the lamma, 
Are the meed of thy children, Fenua Maitai ! 
5. 
11 Ship-landing "—"St. Paul's"—" Water-drop "— " Vai- 
bebea's "— 
" Eteaa "— " Arlehow "— " Menalee's-stone "— 
" Alah," where the lore of the Indian appears, 
Memento of hordes, long extinct and unknown ; 
From the heights of " Look-out," where the wild goats are 
bounding, 
To the coralline groves where the " Toaw " is sounding, 
Sweet Rosebud of Ocean, Fenua Maitai ! 
6. 
Our sires — to their mem'ry this day is devoted ; 
Our friends — may they prosper in every land ; 
Ourselves — may our blessings be gratefully noted, 
Our errors deplored, and Religion expand ! 
May the flag of old England for ages wave o'er us ! 
Be Victoria our Queen ! May our Queen be victorious, 
And this Rock of the West oft resound with the cliorub. 
" Pitarnia hinaaro, Fenua Maitai ! " 
NATIONAL SONG, 
A ir—" Rousseau's Dream." 
1. 
Mid the mighty Southern Ocean 
Stands an isolated rock, 
Whiten'd by the surf's commotion, 
Riven by' the lightning's shock. 
2. 
Hark! those strains to heaven ascending,. 
From yon slopes of vivid green ; 
Old and young their voices blending, 
God preserve Britannia's Queen ! 
