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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 8, Issue 6 (October 2, 1933)



I often fancy Heaven's angels dwell
So near to Queenstown that their voices fall
Like vesper music with its holy spell,
When soft the tui to his mate doth call.
Betimes I picture, when the parting day
Leaves rosy kisses on the mountain side,
Or moonlight shyly spends a golden ray,
That some fair god is passing with his bride.
I wonder not that tourists in amaze
Step on thy shores with reverential tread,
And bare their heads before the crimson blaze
Of sunset glory when the day is sped.
I find no heaven in my richest dreams
Surpassing with its shades of mystic brown,
When moonlight o'er the fairy harbour gleams,
The wondrous beauty of this quaint old town.

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