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A SONG OF AUSTRALIA
No more I'm like a blooming bride, who waits, 'mid bright array,
For the coming of the bridegroom, whom Death struck on the way.
No more I'm like a matron lone, whose husband and whose sons
Lie slain where through the battle-throng the rude Destroyer runs.
To-day bold suitors come in crowds, to-day I'm wooed and won,
To-day the long-expected ones have found their gladdened home.
To-day the founders of a race shall fill my broad domains,
Shall wake the silence of my woods, shall swarm upon my plains,
Have come, and shall not welcome meet, and shall not guerdon high
Good greeting to their advent give, repay each toil-wrung sigh?
