The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 13, Issue 4 (July 1, 1938.)
Awake! Awake! the world is gold; A brimming cup of amber wine; Come out the sick, come out the old The gold is yours, the gold is mine.
With cup to lip,
And drench your heart in gold.
Awake! Awake! This precious thing To rich and poor alike is free! Come lowest wretch, come proudest king,
And drink together here with me.
But both must sup The self same cup,
To taste its living gold.
Awake! Awake The sun is high,
The birds, the beasts, the flowers, the trees,
Bathe in the wine that you and I Must drink, and share with all of these,
So raise the cup,
And drink it up,
This wine, this precious gold.
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