The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 13, Issue 1 (April 1, 1938.)
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The wet flowers and the clovery grass
All fresh and fragrant stand;
The trees shake down last gleaming drops
Upon the waiting land.
A bellbird sings a round of song
This grey and quiet hour,
The sun is veiled and peace broods now
On every blade and flower.
—J. R. Hastings.