Thomas Bracken(21 December 1843 - 16 February 1898 / Clones, County Monaghan)
God Defend New Zealand
- by Thomas Bracken328
O Lord, God, of nations and of us too Listen to us, Cherish us Let goodness flourish, May your blessings flow. Defend Aotearoa
Let all people, Red skin, white skin Maori, Pakeha, Gather before you May all our wrongs, we pray, Be forgiven So that we might say long live, Aotearoa
May it be forever prestigious, May it go from strength to strength May its fame spread Far and wide, Let not strife Nor dissension ensue, May it ever be great Aotearoa
Let its territory, Be ever enlightened Throughout the land, Let envy and dissension Be dispelled, Let peace reign Over Aotearoa.
Let its good features endure, Let righteousness and honesty Prevail, Among the people of God Let it never be ashamed, But rather let its name be known Thereby becoming the model to emulate Aotearoa.
E Ihowa Atua, (Ihoa) O ng? iwi m?tou r?, ?ta whakarongona; Me aroha noa. Kia hua ko te pai; Kia tau t? atawhai; Manaakitia mai Aotearoa.
?na mano t?ngata Kiri whero, kiri m?, Iwi M?ori P?keh? Rüpeke katoa, Nei ka tono ko ng? h? M?u e whakaahu k?, Kia ora m?rire Aotearoa.
T?na mana kia tü! T?na kaha kia ü; Tona rongo hei paku Ki te ao katoa Aua rawa ng? whawhai, Ng? tutu a tata mai; Kia tupu nui ai Aotearoa.
Waiho t?na takiw? Ko te ao m?rama; Kia whiti t?na r? Tai?whio noa. Ko te hae me te ngangau Meinga kia kore kau; Waiho i te rongo mau Aotearoa.
T?na pai me toitü; Tika rawa, pono pü; T?na noho, t?na tü; Iwi n? Ihoa. Kaua m?na whakam?; Kia hau te ingoa; Kia tü hei tauira; Aotearoa.
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IN a forest, far away, One small creeklet, day by day, Murmurs only this sad lay: ‘Peace be with thee, Lilian.'
One old box-tree bends his head, One broad wattle shades her bed, One lone magpie mourns the dead: ‘Peace be with thee, Lilian.'
Echoes come on every breeze, Sighing through the ancient trees, Whisp'ring in their melodies: ‘Peace be with thee, Lilian.'
Mellow sunbeams, morn and eve, Quick to come and slow to leave, Kiss the quilt where daisies weave Rich designs o'er Lilian.
When the dying blossoms cling To the skirts of parting Spring, Wattle-boughs and branches fling Showers of gold o'er Lilian.
When the Summer moon mounts high, Queen of all the speckless sky, Shafts of silver softly lie O'er the grave of Lilian.
Mystic midnight voices melt Through each leafy bower and belt, Round the spot where friends have knelt— ‘Peace be with thee, Lilian.'
Far away from town and tower, Sleeping in a leafy bower, Withered lies the forest flower— ‘Peace be with thee, Lilian.'
There, where passions ne'er intrude, There, where Nature has imbued With her sweets the solitude, Rests the form of Lilian.
Dear old forest o'er the sea, Home of Nature's euphony, Pour thy requiem psalmody O'er the grave of Lilian.
Guard that daisy-quilted sod: Thou hast there no common clod; Keep her ashes safe; for God Makes but few like Lilian.
Sceptics ask me: ‘Is that clay In the forest far away Part of her?'—I only say: ‘Flow'rets breathe out Lilian;
‘From her grave their sweets mount high— Love and beauty never die— Sun and stars, earth, sea and sky All partake of Lilian.
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