THE BUSH
Give us from dawn until dark
Blue of Australian skies,
Let there be none to mark
Whither our pathway lies.
Give us when noontide comes
Rest in the bushland free -
Fragrant breath of scented gum,
Cold, sweet smell of the sea.
Give us the wattle's warmth of gold
Dew-laden air,
And the loveliness bold
Loneliest landscapes wear.
For these are the haunts that we love,
Glad with enchanted hour,
Bright as the heavens above,
And fresh as the wild bush flowers.
