BY NEW ZEALAND.
From out the cradle tbou hast etept, My New Zealand, And all thy baby sleep is slept, My New Zealand. In thy verbs ambition's fire does flow. All the pride of greatness you would know; In the breadth -and decth of virtus grow, My New Zealand. Now tides of fortune flood thy breast, My New Zealand, Each wave bears peace upon its crest, My New Zealand. When clouds of strife drive on thy ?hore, Else, go forth, and mret them at thy door — In thy heart no servile stream does pour, My Xew Zealand. Yet sought-for «trife you'll ne'er afford, My New Zealand ; Prosperity doea peace award. My New Zealand. These, thy sons, raiß'd in the lap of toil, Let tho appetite for rule ne'er spoil. Keep them tiue to self, to country loyal, My New Zealand Out on the ocean's mijrhty breast, My New Zealand, There like an emerald you do rest, My New Zealand. Virgin beauty wanders on thy hills. Casts her spell upon thy bounding rills; All thy form in living sol-endour thrills, My New Zealand. Then ever guard this beauty well, Mv New Zealand, The spoiler's hand thou must expel, My New Zealand. Tho' the fame of honour be thy goal, Thauk fair Nature for her blessed dole; Thus will rise a nation with a soul, My New Zealand. — PhceniS.
BY NEW ZEALAND.
Otago Witness, Issue 2902, 27 October 1909, Page 69
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