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Akaroa.
297
IV.
Where, when storms are raging madly,
’Neath the bitter tempest’s blast,
Does the sailor enter gladly,
Finding peaceful seas at last;
Where does the titoki’s[1] glory
Blaze with scarlet many a glade,
Sheltered from nor’-wester’s[2] fury
By the pine tree’s[3] tasselled shade;
Where are feet for ever pressing
Wondrous ferns[4] of beauty rare,
Robed in Nature’s choicest dressing,
Ever fresh and passing fair;
Where, when from the world we sever,
Seeking peace for evermore,
Should we choose to rest for ever?
’Tis in lovely Akaroa.
Silas Wegg.