In a Far Country by Victor J. Daley

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Beyond the mountains blue,
   Banished from the sea
I dream old dreams anew,
And think, old friends, of you,
   In a Far Countree.

The wind that bends the trees
   Bears no breath of brine;
It has the sough of seas,
But 'tis not the brave salt breeze
   That I loved lang syne.

At times in the dark woods,
   When the stars are dim,
Its sound is like the rude
March of a multitude
   To a battle hymn.

Old friends, old comrades true,
   Whom I long to see,
In milk for mountain dew
I drink Was Hael to you,
   In a Far Countree.

First published in The Bulletin, 28 September 1905

Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Australian Poetry Library

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