KARANGAHAKE the years of the gold 1875 -1935
Our fathers, sons and brothers
Won fame at work and sport;
But daughters, sisters, mothers
An unsung service wrought.
So now I sing to work—worn hands
Of those who kept each crowded home,
When menial tasks made great demands —
For aids had not yet come.
Dear women of those bygone days
Who yearned and toiled our lives to bless,
We here record our deepest praise -
Remembering your dear selflessness.