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AOTEA ROA. (The Long White Cloud.) A J ights of beauty, skies star-dusted; days of golden sunny hours; £7 venings rich with fragrance, perfumed breath of sleeping flowers. W arbling birds, with notes of silver, seek their nests at close of day, Z ephyr-borne, the sound of Church bells sweetly comes from far away. R ver-changing light and shadows on the hill-sides drift and die, s the sun in rising glory gilds anew the eastern sky. A akes and mountains; mighty glaciers, draw the stranger from afar J\ nd the wanderer finds his compass in the glowing evening star. N ight draws on, the darkness gathers and the Southern Cross gleams bright, D aylight dies —the silvered landscape bows before the Queen of Night. Little daughter of the Homeland, ’tranced on thy shores we stand. Worshipping thy magic wonders.—Our New Zealand — Maoriland! BERYL WINDSOR 118, Southampton Street, Sydenham.

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Star (Christchurch), Issue 18946, 17 December 1929, Page 9 (Supplement)

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Page 9 Advertisements Column 1 Star (Christchurch), Issue 18946, 17 December 1929, Page 9 (Supplement)

Page 9 Advertisements Column 1 Star (Christchurch), Issue 18946, 17 December 1929, Page 9 (Supplement)