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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 9, Issue 3 (June 1, 1934.)

Wellington

Wellington.

The high peaks are her warders,
The blue sky is her crown,
On Wellington's white borders
The long, blue seas bow down.
Beauteous, rare and gracious,
Wilful and yet serene,
By lands and waters spacious,
She rests, a captive queen.
Where else in all Earth's marches
Are cities set secure
Where never hot wind parches
Or tropic languors lure;
Where breezes, clean, go singing
And golden sunbeams glow,
And each brown dusk comes bringing
Sweet scents her wild hills know?
But though the mountains hoary
And wilderness and sea
Enshrine her in a glory,
Romantic, fair and free,
Within her sheltered places
Are gardens filled with flowers
Which lift their still, sweet faces
To quickening sun and showers.
When dawnlights limn the ridge
Across her harbour's tide,
By blue and golden bridges
The lights of morning ride,
To flash on windows gleaming
As though the Day's desire
From crest to sea-line streaming
Had set her sloops on fire.
The hills that are her gaolers
Are slaves to all her charms
On seas afar rough sailors
Dream of her curving arms.
In all Earth's far-flung marches
The loveliest city this,
Which stoops ‘neath Heaven'd bluarches
To meet the blue seas’ kiss.
Will Lawson.