Queen of the Ocean, Valley, Hill and Wold!
Thou sit’st enthroned, in Nature’s garb arrayed,
A verdure-robed, clematis-girdled maid;
Thy bosom nursing blossom-gems, to braid
Bright tresses, spun from out the heart of gold
Thou bear’st within; the while thine eyes behold
An everlasting Spring in plain and glade,
Yielding health, plenty, peace, and joys untold!
Who once hath clasp’d thy gentle, loving hand,
May view the wonders of an older world;
May linger long in many a distant land:
But aye his spirit, wheresoe’er he roam,
Will restless burn to see those sails unfurl’d
That quick shall waft him back to Thee and Home!
This text given here (found by Niel Wright with more accurate punctuation) is in fact from The Observer (
(Sources: Emails from Rowan Gibbs and Niel Wright; National Library of New Zealand catalogue; Papers Past; New Zealand Herald; New Zealand Illustrated Magazine; Wikipedia; Auckland War Memorial Museum Library catalogue; Auckland Libraries Catalogue; The Observer; and The Ladies’ Guide to Cricket by A Lover of Both, printed at The Freeman’s Journal Office, Auckland, c1883)