Wainui-o-mata

(Moore's Valley.)

Wainui has a valley that is full of peace and quiet.
There's a golden stream within it and many a clear, deep pool;
There's all the charm of Ireland when twilight comes a-creeping,
And you hear the sheep a-calling thro' the ev'ning dim and cool.

There is ti-tree on the hillsides and bracken on the banks,
There are fox-gloves in the paddocks with their bells of pink and white,
'Tis a happy, drowsy valley, when dreaming 'neath the sun—
'Tis a sad and wistful valley in the coming-on of night.

You count the stars out-peeping and the road is shadow-dark,
And the soft scent from the bushy hills is sweet upon the air;
A peace then comes enfolding, like the peace of Innisfree
And you feel its tender comfort, and the blessing that is there.

M.L.N.