Give us from dawn to dark Blue of Australian skies,Let there be none to mark Whither our pathway lies.
Give us when noontide comes Rest in the woodland free—Fragrant breath of the gums, Cold, sweet scent of the sea.
Give us the wattle's gold And the dew-laden air,And the loveliness bold Loneliest landscapes 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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Canonical recordPOEM-001732
Copy-textInternet Archive facsimile, The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse (1918); comparison: FACSIMILE_VISUAL; https://archive.org/details/oxfordbookofaus00murduoft
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