New Zealand Verse/O Day of Happiness
CII.
O Day of Happiness.
O day of happiness! O blissful hour!
She comes across the fields whom all men bless.
Behind her buds of gladness spring and flower,
O day of happiness!
Lightly she moves, and hardly seems to press
The solid earth, yet with her joy and power
Flow free to lift the lowly in distress.
And she is mine: she leaves her maiden bower
For me, O wonder! Little winds caress
And kiss her curling hair; O blissful hour,
O day of happiness!
She comes across the fields whom all men bless.
Behind her buds of gladness spring and flower,
O day of happiness!
Lightly she moves, and hardly seems to press
The solid earth, yet with her joy and power
Flow free to lift the lowly in distress.
And she is mine: she leaves her maiden bower
For me, O wonder! Little winds caress
And kiss her curling hair; O blissful hour,
O day of happiness!
Mary E. Richmond