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.