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The Sap of Life The sap of life runs slow For me—Time measured By the tawa trees upon The breast of Maungatapu; Above the river's swirling Torrent, where once the maiden Rangatira danced and sang. She gave her heart to Ngongonui, A-ee, a-ee, to Ngongonui the son Of slaves—a warrior brave, Who died because no son of slaves May wed a rangatira maid. A-ee, a-ee, the sap of life Runs slow for me. I sit beneath The tawa trees where once I danced A lissom rangatira maid. Dorothy H. Smith

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Te Ao Hou, March 1968, Page 23

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The Sap of Life Te Ao Hou, March 1968, Page 23

The Sap of Life Te Ao Hou, March 1968, Page 23