Harerangi, you were a chiefly seed sown from Rangiātea, and there have been numerous other seeds tended by your hands. We are left in the shadow of your absence, and in spite of the sadness, the sun will shine so that the grass will grow for the days to come. To the stalwart, go, return, within the love of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, the Faithful Angels and The Mouthpiece, to uphold us now and for evermore.