Amber Wattle by Ivy Moore

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O, golden shine Spring's tresses!
   Her rosy feet are set
Where sparkling dew but stresses  
   The woodland violet.

She smiles! and, glowing yellow,  
   The scented wattles bloom
O'er the wild bushland mellow
   To where great mountains loom.

The land is touched with magic,
   And brown bees gather store
Of honey, in sweet traffic
   With Spring's own mystic lore.

O, golden shine Spring's tresses!
   And round them like a band
The amber wattle blesses
   Our fair Australian land!

First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 24 August 1935;
nd later in
Australian Violets by Ivy Moore, 1937.

Author: Ivy Moore (1889-1956) was born in London and arrived in Australia in 1924, after marrying an Australian-born Sub-Lieutenant in the Royal Navy.  Her husband later returned to England leaving behind his wife and young child.  Moore wrote prolifically to support her family and was well known for her articles about the early days of air travel.  She died in Mosman, New South Wales in 1956.

Author reference sites: Austlit

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