WALKS AND DRIVES.
(The following poem, by Thomas Bracken, descriptive of a scene which no visitor to Dunedin should omit to view, is inserted here as a fitting introduction to the more prosaic description of Dunedin's picturesque surroundings).
DUNEDIN FROM THE BAY.
Go, trav'ler, unto others boast
Of Venice and of Rome;
Of saintly Mark's majestic pile,
And Peter's lofty dome;
Of Naples and her trellised bowers;
Of Rhineland far away:—
These may be grand, but give to me
Dunedin from the Bay.
A lovely maiden seated in
A grotto by the shore;
With richest crown of purest green
That virgin ever wore;
Her snowy breast bedecked with flowers
And clustering ferns so gay,—
Go, picture this, and then you have
Dunedin from the Bay.
A fairy, round whose brilliant throne
Great towering giants stand,
As if impatient to obey
The dictates of her wand;
Their helmets hidden in the clouds,
Their sandals in the spray—
Go, picture this, and then you have
Dunedin from the Bay.
