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"Weve seen the Red, like a thirsty king, Bend over the silent stream; Weve seen the Mallee its tassels fling, To steal of the sunsets gleam; The Blues young shoots, with his leaves gray pearled, A cloud that has gone awry; The Ironbark, with his limbs up-hurled As though he would win the sky. * * * He stands apart from the Old World trees, Unbound by the laws of form; He bows his head to the zephyr breeze, But laughs at the drought and storm. We stand alone, like our own great tree, Afar from the nations hum. Come, brothers! Keep we our homeland free As limbs of our Austral gum."
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Nathan Spielvogel
