My Native Land by Henry Parkes

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The moonlight of a milder clime
Is round me poured o'er scenes sublime:
But I would fly from all earth's light
And grandeur, to behold tonight
               My native land!

Tomorrow's sun will beauteous rise
In Australasia's summer skies:
But more than beautiful to me
Would winter's wildest morning be,
               In that dear land!

And green woods wave which ne'er are sere
In this December summer here:
But I would turn from Eden's bloom,
To hail, in winter's waste and gloom,
               My native land!

It may be here that Britons find
Scenes brighter than they leave behind:
But oh! the countercharm for home
Is found not yet, where'er I roam,
               O'er sea or land!

First published in The Australasian Chronicle, 7 December 1841;
and later in
The Geelong Advertiser, 10 January 1842;
Stolen Moments: A Short Series of Poems by Henry Parkes, 1842;
The South Australian Magazine, January and February 1842;
The Boomerang, 1 February 1890;
My Country: Australian Poetry and Short Stories, Two Hundred Years edited by Leonie Kramer, 1985; and
Two Centuries of Australian Poetry edited by Kathrine Bell, 2007.

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

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