When beauty wild a chief beguiled,
He gazed in liquid eyes, and smiled.
Love makes amends, and often blends,
Wild warring factions into friends.
But strong the will, with tribesmen’s skill,
The Maori was unconquered still.
Where Nature, kind, unfolds the mind,
Man is to nobler thoughts inclined.
Though brave, he’s meek; he aids the weak,
And high companionship doth seek.
In social train, by hand and brain,
He wins and holds a vast domain.
He builds a State; ’tis weak or great,
As based on love, or fosters hate.
If Wisdom’s eyes survey the skies,
Before their magic touch arise
Industrial arts, where loyal hearts
May rear and fill commercial marts.