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Australian and other Poems.
A SONG OF AUSTRALIA
January 26, 1788.
Joy fills to-day my bosom, and it flies through every vein,
It comes as on the parched plain descends mid-summer rain;
It fills my soul with gladness, e'en to aerial beings new,
As sunbeams fall on budding flowers when morning gilds the dew.
No more I'm like a maiden that's neglected in her bloom,
Doomed when bridals throng the highway to pine in lonely gloom;
