NEW ZEALAND
New Zealand, blessed of all the .isles Which lie in the Southern Sea, Crowned with the richest of nature’s guiles— How dear you are to me. Long years ago a race of braves Called you a Long White Cloud, Then others came and seeing sang Your praises long and loud. The tui’s cry, the bell-bird’s song Echo within your dells; Where sunshine filters all day long The wild red fuchsia’s bells, The stately pine-tree’s massive head, The rimu’s charm and grace, All these, New Zealand, help to make Of you a beauteous place. The stately punga’s curling fronds Silvered by Age’s touch; These are the tokens which fire your sons—• An urge to conquer much . . . New Zealand, fairest of southern isles, Long White Cloud of the sea, Beauteous land of open miles, How dear you are to nje. —Red Star (Jean Mclndoe, aged 14)
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 705, 3 July 1929, Page 6
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146NEW ZEALAND Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 705, 3 July 1929, Page 6
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