The Spike: or, Victoria University College Review, September, 1922
I have seen God on Lambton Quay—
It was dark night and cold:
Ringed round with flaming seraphim
He was, and whitely stoled.
He stood in that still city street
No tram went thundering by
Only the quiet city's breath,
And the chill wind's sigh.
He saw the seven planets of heaven
Swing smoothly on their way;
He saw the heedless sleeping city
How quietly it lay.
He saw the hills' dark loom—the night
With glittering stars was swept:
He saw his flashing midnight cross
—He wrung his hands and wept.