New Zealand Verse/Spring in Maoriland

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LVIII.

Spring in Maoriland.

Thou wilt come with suddenness, Like a gull between the waves,Or a snowdrop that doth press Through the white shroud on the graves;Like a love too long withheld,That at last has over-welled.
What if we have waited long, Brooding by the Southern Pole,Where the towering icebergs throng, And the inky surges roll:What can all their terror beWhen thy fond winds compass thee?
They shall blow through all the land Fragrance of thy cloudy throne,Underneath the rainbow spanned Thou wilt enter in thine own,And the glittering earth shall shineWhere thy footstep is divine.

Hubert Church.

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