Analysis of New Zealand

GOD girt her about with the surges   
 And winds of the masterless deep,   
Whose tumult uprouses and urges   
 Quick billows to sparkle and leap;   
He filled from the life of their motion           
 Her nostrils with breath of the sea,   
And gave her afar in the ocean   
 A citadel free.   

Her never the fever-mist shrouding,   
 Nor drought of the desert may blight,           
Nor pall of dun smoke overclouding   
 Vast cities of clamorous night,   
But the voice of abundance of waters,   
 Cold rivers that stay not or sleep,   
Greets children, the sons and the daughters           
 Of light and the deep.   

Lo! here where each league hath its fountains   
 In isles of deep fern and tall pine,   
And breezes snow-cooled on the mountains,   
 Or keen from the limitless brine,           
See men to the battlefield pressing   
 To conquer one foe—the stern soil,   
Their kingship in labour expressing,   
 Their lordship in toil.   

Though young they are heirs of the ages,           
 Though few they are freemen and peers,   
Plain workers—yet sure of the wages   
 Slow Destiny pays with the years.   
Though least they and latest their nation,   
 Yet this they have won without sword—           
That Woman with Man shall have station,   
 And Labour be lord.   

The winds of the sea and high heaven   
 Speed pure to her kissed by the foam;   
The steeds of her ocean undriven,           
 Unbitted and riderless roam,   
And clear from her lamp newly lighted   
 Shall stream o’er the billows upcurled   
A light as of wrongs at length righted,   
 Of hope to the world.