New Zealand—Homeland
Southward now, the radiant islands O’er the golden ocean rise; Peaks of snow, and happy valleys Where eternal summer lies; Flocks that drift like clouds in heaven; Lakes that gleam like fallen skies; And the four great rivers rolling Through the ferns of Paradise. Yet, O yet, a shadowy island Throned on misty Northern seas Calls across the world for ever, Calls us —-to our mother’s knees. Ocean severs; Ocean binds us. Every whisper of the foam Breaking on our shores remind us That an island was our home. —ALFRED NOYES
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XVI, Issue 11, 24 December 1925, Page 9
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