There is a lasting little flower,That everybody knows,Yet none has thought to think aboutThe little Native Rose.
The wattle and the waratah—The world has heard of those;But who, outside Australia, kensThe little Native Rose.
Yet first for faint, far off perfume,That lives where memory goes;And first of all for fadelessness—The little Native Rose.
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Canonical recordPOEM-000175
Copy-textFor Australia and Other Poems (1913), Project Gutenberg Australia, anchor TheLittleNativeRose; selected copy retained exactly and independently aligned to the complete 1913 Standard Publishing Company scan (Google Books Db4vAQAAMAAJ)
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