Poem by John Meiklejohn

From notebook – in use early 1870s:

by John Meiklejohn

My heart was light and free from care

As I walked out one morning fair

The sun rose up as from a shroud

And clothed the sea with a silver cloud

The Tueys sang from the Rata trees

Those leaflets shook in the morning breeze

The Glorious blossoms well might vie

With the purple tint of an evening sky

The small birds round the paddock flew

And tipped their wings with the morning dew

The pigeon in the Nikau grove

Cooed to his mate a tale of love

On grassy slopes the little lambs

With gentle bleats ran to its dam

The parent gave with all her pride

Would call the lambkin to her side

The honey bee around the flowers

Had well improved the morning hours.