New Zealand Verse/Maoriland

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XXI.

Maoriland.

Child of Old Empire! Best beloved, alone! The wizard moon and all her starry fays Have made their mirror in thy waterways,Beneath the shadow of the red sun’s throne:When the sea-hero burst into thy zone Of Dreaming Silence, through the purple haze, What lucid visions lit his raptured gaze,What heart-hopes sang to ocean’s monotone!
And he, perchance, hath joy of thee to-day, Who won thee from the unrelenting gale,  The hopeless calm and the inconstant breeze;Where, out beyond Death’s sea-track, worlds away, The winds are wooed by his triumphant sail  To mad airs and sonorous symphonies.

D. M. Ross.

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