The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 15, Issue 1 (April 1, 1940)
The Changing World
I looked out on a calm, still world,
There were moonbeams in the sky.
They played upon the silent hills
As the moon went riding by.
I looked out on a cold, cold world,
Jack Frost had left his mark,
And glistening icicles hung low
From tree-fern leaf and bark.
I looked out on a white, white world,
There were snowflakes in the air.
As light as fairy thistledown
They floated here and there.
I looked out on a bright, bright world,
There were sunbeams all around.
They chased the little snowflakes off
And danced upon the ground.
I looked out on a wet, wet world,
The rain was pouring down,
The impish raindrops laughed at me
And chased away my frown.
And as I watched this changing world,
Each change its beauty bringing,
I felt that Angels up in Heaven,
Their song of praise were singing.