I.

“Will you migrate to New Zealand?” its Colonists do cry, “’Tis the richest, healthiest country, that ever you did spy; The way to our Arcadia is o’er the pleasant sea, And endless the enchanting scenes we’ll show when there you be!” “Oh! no, no,” say the Englishmen, “to ask us in vain, For who goes o’er your longsome seas, can ne’er come back again.”