Here, products great for ships await,
And here repose the powers of State.
Here, founding laws, for mighty cause,
The statesman long the session draws.
Here modest worth and homely mirth
Find more respect than rank or birth.
There’s Auckland, too—’twixt me and you—
A beauty spot, excelled by few.
Round this fair cove, old Nature strove
To show the fickle feats of Jove.
Volcanic smoke in fury broke,
Until the heavens all awoke.
When cleared the skies, there did arise
A seat for earthly Paradise.
At mountains’ feet, where lavas meet,
There Auckland sits, serene and sweet.
With seas afore, just off her door,
Where proud ships ride for evermore.