OTIRA GORGE, N.Z.
The sun ! the sun ! I Bee his fiery rays Flash redly through the murky, morning haze ; I listen, spell-bound, to the psalm, Sung only when the air is calm, By mountain choristers, •whose voices blend In harmony, while clouds of vapour wend Their way towards the farthest height Through air-hewn galleries of light Far, far below I view a deep ravine— A chasm, which the miits no longer screen From sight. 'Tis there the sunshine falls, In bright cascades from rock-built walls, Down, down, into the waters of the stream, Until the foam-fringed lines of boulders gleam Like burnished gold. No shadows glide Across the range, and each hillside That faces me basks under cloudless skies ; And where the fulness of the sunlight lies The sombre native bush is seen, . Enfolded in a softer green. This alpine masterpiece is Nature's own— Her- beat beloved, and the noble throne TJpreared for grandeur. .Who can gaze Unmoved, forgetful of God's praise ? Maori Hill, June 15. —Charles Rule.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2104, 21 June 1894, Page 39
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168OTIRA GORGE, N.Z. Otago Witness, Issue 2104, 21 June 1894, Page 39
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