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Maoriland.
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Is’t a Titan in anguish?Doth Prometheus languish In bowels of earth?Are Vulcans there? forgingAnd hammering and scourging To frustrate the birth Of a spirit?— infinite?—Escaping—uprising;—Now living—now dying,Now flowing—now flying, Retiring—expiring,The exquisite visionSinks back to its prison.

Joyce Jocelyn.

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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