We note with care, with Christchurch, there
Are few that safely may compare.
For pride of race, for social grace,
She holds a high and honored place.
’Mid fertile plain of waving grain,
We search for lovelier spot, in vain.
Here, soul and brain; here, maid and swain,
A pure companionship maintain.
Dunedin stands, on favored lands,
’Twixt mountains high and ocean sands.
On beauty’s spot, the “Canny Scot”
Has cast his ever happy lot.
With taste and skill, from rock to rill,
Dunedin reaches ’long the hill.
With vision free—upon the lee—
Dunedin gazes o’er the sea.