The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 12, Issue 1 (April 1, 1937)
Awake! For the King of the skies
Has donned his bright vestige of silk,
And is painting with amber tints
The curdled white clouds of milk.
Awake! For the Sea slumbers net—
He has watched you the whole night through,
And is spraying the golden sands
With bubbles of every hue.
Awake! For the song of a bird
Is poured from a wee feathered throat,
And is tossed by the whimsical Wind
To the universe, note upon note.
Awake! For a ribbon of light
Has crinkled around the hills,
And is changing the red-gold clouds
To a circle of silver frills.
Awake! For a new dawn of life
On the world is beginning to break,
And the night is a dream long passed—
So Awake!—sleeping mortals—Awake!