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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Maoriland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MAORILAND, my mother! <br> Holds the earth so fair another? <br> O, my land of the moa and Maori , <br> Garlanded grand with your forests of kauri , <br> Lone you stand, only beauty your dowry , <br> Maoriland, my mother! <br> Older poets sing their frozen <br> England in her mists enshrouded; <br> Newer lands my Muse has chosen, <br> 'Neath a Southern sky unclouded; <br> Set, a solitary gem, <br> In Pacific's diadem. <br> Land of rugged white-clad ranges, <br> Standing proud, impassive, lonely; <br> Ice and snow, where never change is, <br> Save the mighty motion only <br> Where through valleys seared and deep <br> Slow the serpent glaciers creep. <br> Land of silent lakes that nestle <br> Deep as night, girt round with forest; <br> Water never cut by vessel, <br> In whose mirror evermore rest <br> Green-wrapt mountain-side and peak, <br> Reddened by the sunset's streak. <br> <br> Land of forests richly sweeping, <br> By the rata's red fire spangled; <br> Where at noonday night is sleeping, <br> Where, beneath the creepers tangled, <br> Come the tui's liquid calls <br> And the plash of waterfalls. <br> Land where fire from Earth's deep centre <br> Fights for breath in anguish furied, <br> Till she from the weight that pent her <br> Flings her flames out fiercely lurid; <br> Where the geysers hiss and seethe, <br> And the rocks groan far beneath. <br> Land of tussocked plain extending <br> In the distant blue to mingle, <br> Where wide rivers sigh unending <br> Over weary wastes of shingle; <br> Cold as moonlight is their flow <br> From the glacier-ice and snow. <br> Land where torrents pause to dally <br> 'Neath the toi's floating feather, <br> Where the flax-blades in the valley <br> Whisper stealthily together, <br> And within the cabbage-trees <br> Hides the dying evening breeze. <br> <br> Land where all winds whisper one word, <br> “Death!”—though skies are fair above her. <br> Newer nations white press onward: <br> Her brown warriors' fight is over— <br> One by one they yield their place, <br> Peace-slain chieftains of her race. <br> Land where faces find no furrow, <br> With the flush of life elated; <br> Where no grief is, save the sorrow <br> Of a pleasure that is sated; <br> Land of children lithe and slim, <br> Fresh of face and long of limb. <br> Land of fair enwreathëd cities, <br> Wide towns that the green bush merge in; <br> Land whose history unwrit is— <br> Memory hath no chaster virgin! <br> Land that is a starting place <br> For a newer, nobler race. <br> Maoriland, my mother! <br> Holds the Earth so fair another? <br> O, my land of the moa and Maori , <br> Garlanded grand with your rata and kauri , <br> Lone you stand, only beauty your dowry , <br> Maoriland, my mother!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Henry+Adams">Arthur Henry Adams</a><div class=q>
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 Holds the earth so fair another? 
 O, my land of the moa and Maori , 
 Garlanded grand with your forests of kauri , 
 Lone you stand, only beauty your dowry , 
 Maoriland, my mother! 
 Older poets sing their frozen 
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