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'Tis strange that in a land so strong	A
So strong and bold in mighty youth	B
We have no poet's voice of truth	B
To sing for us a wondrous song	A
Our chiefest singer yet has sung	C
In wild sweet notes a passing strain	D
All carelessly and sadly flung	C
To that dull world he thought so vain	D
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I care for nothing good nor bad	E
My hopes are gone my pleasures fled	F
I am but sifting sand he said	F
What wonder Gordon's songs were sad	E
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And yet not always sad and hard	G
In cheerful mood and light of heart	H
He told the tale of Britomarte	H
And wrote the Rhyme of Joyous Garde	H
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And some have said that Nature's face	I
To us is always sad but these	J
Have never felt the smiling grace	I
Of waving grass and forest trees	J
On sunlit plains as wide as seas	J
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A land where dull Despair is king	K
O'er scentless flowers and songless bird	H
But we have heard the bell birds ring	K
Their silver bells at eventide	H
Like fairies on the mountain side	H
The sweetest note man ever heard	H
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The wild thrush lifts a note of mirth	L
The bronzewing pigeons call and coo	M
Beside their nests the long day through	M
The magpie warbles clear and strong	A
A joyous glad thanksgiving song	A
For all God's mercies upon earth	L
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And many voices such as these	J
Are joyful sounds for those to tell	N
Who know the Bush and love it well	N
With all its hidden mysteries	J
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We cannot love the restless sea	O
That rolls and tosses to and fro	P
Like some fierce creature in its glee	O
For human weal or human woe	P
It has no touch of sympathy	O
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For us the bush is never sad	H
Its myriad voices whisper low	P
In tones the bushmen only know	P
Its sympathy and welcome glad	H
For us the roving breezes bring	K
From many a blossum tufted tree	O
Where wild bees murmur dreamily	P
The honey laden breath of Spring	K
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We have our tales of other days	Q
Good tales the northern wanderers tell	P
When bushmen meet and camp fires blaze	Q
And round the ring of dancing light	H
The great dark bush with arms of night	H
Folds every hearer in its spell	P
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We have our songs not songs of strife	R
And hot blood spilt on sea and land	H
But lilts that link achievement grand	H
To honest toil and valiant life	R
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Lift ye your faces to the sky	S
Ye barrier mountains in the west	H
Who lie so peacefully at rest	H
Enshrouded in a haze of blue	P
'Tis hard to feel that years went by	S
Before the pioneers broke through	P
Your rocky heights and walls of stone	T
And made your secrets all their own	T
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For years the fertile Western plains	U
Were hid behind your sullen walls	V
Your cliffs and crags and waterfalls	V
All weatherworn with tropic rains	U
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Between the mountains and the sea	O
Like Israelites with staff in hand	H
The people waited restlessly	O
They looked towards the mountains old	H
And saw the sunsets come and go	P
With gorgeous golden afterglow	P
That made the West a fairyland	H
And marvelled what that West might be	O
Of which such wondrous tales were told	H
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For tales were told of inland seas	J
Like sullen oceans salt and dead	H
And sandy deserts white and wan	W
Where never trod the foot of man	X
Nor bird went winging overhead	H
Nor ever stirred a gracious breeze	J
To wake the silence with its breath	Y
A land of loneliness and death	Y
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At length the hardy pioneers	Z
By rock and crag found out the way	A2
And woke with voices of today	A2
A silence kept for years and tears	B2
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Upon the Western slope they stood	H
And saw a wide expanse of plain	D
As far as eye could stretch or see	O
Go rolling westward endlessly	O
The native grasses tall as grain	D
Bowed waved and rippled in the breeze	J
From boughs of blossom laden trees	J
The parrots answered back again	C2
They saw the land that it was good	H
A land of fatness all untrod	H
And gave their silent thanks to God	H
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The way is won The way is won	D2
And straightway from the barren coast	H
There came a westward marching host	H
That aye and ever onward prest	H
With eager faces to the West	H
Along the pathway of the sun	D2
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The mountains saw them marching by	S
They faced the all consuming drought	H
They would not rest in settled land	H
But taking each his life in hand	H
Their faces ever westward bent	H
Beyond the farthest settlement	H
Responding to the challenge cry	S
of better country farther out	H
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And lo a miracle the land	H
But yesterday was all unknown	T
The wild man's boomerang was thrown	T
Where now great busy cities stand	H
It was not much you say that these	J
Should win their way where none withstood	H
In sooth there was not much of blood	H
No war was fought between the seas	J
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It was not much but we who know	P
The strange capricious land they trod	H
At times a stricken parching sod	H
At times with raging floods beset	H
Through which they found their lonely way	A2
Are quite content that you should say	A2
It was not much while we can feel	P
That nothing in the ages old	H
In song or story written yet	H
On Grecian urn or Roman arch	E2
Though it should ring with clash of steel	P
Could braver histories unfold	H
Than this bush story yet untold	H
The story of their westward march	E2
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But times are changed and changes rung	C
From old to new the olden days	Q
The old bush life and all its ways	Q
Are passing from us all unsung	C
The freedom and the hopeful sense	F2
Of toil that brought due recompense	F2
Of room for all has passed away	A2
And lies forgotten with the dead	H
Within our streets men cry for bread	H
In cities built but yesterday	A2
About us stretches wealth of land	H
A boundless wealth of virgin soil	P
As yet unfruitful and untilled	H
Our willing workmen strong and skilled	H
Within our cities idle stand	H
And cry aloud for leave to toil	P
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The stunted children come and go	P
In squalid lanes and alleys black	G2
We follow but the beaten track	G2
Of other nations and we grow	P
In wealth for some for many woe	P
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And it may be that we who live	H2
In this new land apart beyond	H
The hard old world grown fierce and fond	H
And bound by precedent and bond	H
May read the riddle right and give	I2
New hope to those who dimly see	O
That all things yet shall be for good	H
And teach the world at length to be	O
One vast united brotherhood	H
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So may it be and he who sings	J2
In accents hopeful clear and strong	A
The glories which that future brings	J2
Shall sing indeed a wondrous song	A