NEW ZEALAND.

Manawatu Standard, Volume LIII, Issue 14, 14 December 1932, Page 14

NEW ZEALAND.

God girt her about with the surges, And winds of the masterless deep, Whoso tumult uprouses and urges Quick billows to sparkle and leap; He filled from the life of tlieir motion Her nostrils with breath of the sea, And gave her afar in the ocean A citadel free. Her never the fever-mist shrouding Nor drought of the desert may blight, Nor pall of dun smoke overclouding Vast cities of clamorous niglrt. But the voice of abundance of waters, Cold rivers that stay not or sleep, Greets children, the sons and the daughters, Of light and the deep. Lo! here where each league hath its fountain, In isles of deep fern and tall pine, And breezes snow-cooled on the mountain, Or keen from the limitless brine, See men to the battlefield pressing To conquer one foe —the stern soil, Their Kingship in labour expressing Their lordship in toil. Though young they are heirs of the ages, Though few they are freemen and peers, Plain workers —yet sure of the wages Slow Destiny, pays with the years, Though least they and latest their nation, Yet they have won without sword— That Woman and Man shall have station, And Labour be lord. The winds of the sea and high heaven, Speed pure to her kissed by the foam; The steeds of the ocean undriven, .TJnbittered and riderless roam, And clear from her lamp newly lighted, Still stream o’er the billows upcurled, A light as of wrongs nt length righted, Of hope to the world. —William Pember Reeves.