CCXXX NEW ZEALAND HYMN GOD of Nations! at Thy feet God defend our free land! God defend New Zealand! Men of every creed and race Peace, not war, shall be our boast, Let our love for Thee increase, God defend our free land! May our mountains ever be Thomas Bracken. CCXXXI OUR HERITAGE A PERFECT peaceful stillness reigns, Naught the expanse of yellow breaks, Swift followed by a tui's trill Of bell-like notes, is hushed again. The tiny orbs of glistening dew Still sparkle, gem-like, 'mid the grass; While morning mist, their Mother moist, Whence presently she'll pass to merge Fresh from its Maker's hand; for here Tell of the time when might was right, And self-denial weakness was; Alexander Bathgate. CCXXXII TO ONE IN ENGLAND I SEND to you Songs of a Southern Isle, Isle like a flower In warm seas low lying: Some wearisome hour, Songs which were sung Where wild-birds' nests swing, In Nature's own bowers. Songs which trees sing, Through the Ngaio's green shade, |