Through the Smoke of Bushfires.
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Ob! land of dreams where all the maybes bloom
And breathe their faint, impalpable perfume,
Where gallant thoughts walk gaily, unafraid,
Where on unbroken heartstrings there are played
And breathe their faint, impalpable perfume,
Where gallant thoughts walk gaily, unafraid,
Where on unbroken heartstrings there are played
Those long-lost chords, those sweet, unuttered notes
That always have evaded human throats.
A land where even those who have no wings may fly
Where love knows all, yet never knows to die,
That always have evaded human throats.
A land where even those who have no wings may fly
Where love knows all, yet never knows to die,
Where there comes forth an answer, when the soul
Interrogates its origin and goal.
As an exiled reindeer to the sea, or a white gull to the foam,
My spirit turns oh! land of dreams, to thee, her only home.
Interrogates its origin and goal.
As an exiled reindeer to the sea, or a white gull to the foam,
My spirit turns oh! land of dreams, to thee, her only home.
