The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 15, Issue 3 (June 1, 1940)
To Dorothy Donaldson
In every little, lovely growing thing
A tribute lies,
To one whose life was early shadowed by
The greyest skies.
Who knew each smallest flower, each stately tree,
And gloried in the world she could not see.
She put her rosy hopes and shattered dreams
And strove with gallant heart to find the best
In every day.
And striving, turned her darkened clouds about,
To wear their silver lining inside-out.
She loved each shade of Nature, though her day
Was ever night,
Found joy, remembering small things that we
Take as our right.
And in her store of jewelled memory,
She strung her lovely thoughts upon a rosary.
Then, when her world of sound and music lay
A shattered thing,
And never more the feathered choir she loved
Could softly bring
The voice of bush and sunshine, sweetly blent,
She built her Silent World of brave content.
In realms of light her gallant spirit now
Is ever free.
To us, and to this land she loved so well,
And could not see,
Her bright philosophy and simple creed
She left, to make a better world indeed.