Give us from dawn to dark,
Blue of Australian skies,
Let there be none to mark,
Whither our pathway lies.
Give us when noontime comes,
Rest in the woodland free -
Fragrant breath of the gums
Cold, sweet scent of the seas.
Give us the wattle’s gold
And the dew-laden air,
And the loveliness bold
Loneliest landscape wear.
These are the haunts we love,
Glad with enchanted hours,
Bright as the heavens above,
Fresh as the wild bush flowers.
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The Australian Literature Review
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