A Protest.
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This life has all the beauty
Of untamed woodland grace,
We feel in it the naivete
That permeates the place.
Of untamed woodland grace,
We feel in it the naivete
That permeates the place.
The charm of things unsullied,
The luring mystery
That lies in an unopened bud,
A maiden's modesty.
The luring mystery
That lies in an unopened bud,
A maiden's modesty.
A phantom thing, impalpable,
That words may not reveal,
The spirit of Australia
That we Australians feel.
That words may not reveal,
The spirit of Australia
That we Australians feel.
What think ye of our sunsets?
Where have you ever seen
Such crystal depths of amethyst,
Such limpid seas of green.
Where have you ever seen
Such crystal depths of amethyst,
Such limpid seas of green.
What flower that ever budded
On earth's enamelled breast
Can match the magic blossom
That opens in the west
On earth's enamelled breast
Can match the magic blossom
That opens in the west
