See the splendour far unrolled
Of the glorious wattle gold;
Hear the west wind idly sighing;
And the ibis flighting, crying;
Watch the opal twilight dying.
Where the tall trees, brave and old,
Stand embowered in swaying gold;
All the wayward winds that blow,
All the elves and fairies know
Where the golden wattles grow!
In the Northland, in the Southland,
In the Eastland and the Westland;
In the heat and in the cold,
See the wonder far unrolled
Of the trailing wattle gold:
Sun-kissed blossoms, softly falling,
Out where mighty hills are calling --
Wondrous pageant here on earth,
Miracle that called to birth
Flowers so graceful, rich and true
'Neath the arching dome of blue!
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 23 July 1932
Author reference site: Austlit
See also.
Of the glorious wattle gold;
Hear the west wind idly sighing;
And the ibis flighting, crying;
Watch the opal twilight dying.
Where the tall trees, brave and old,
Stand embowered in swaying gold;
All the wayward winds that blow,
All the elves and fairies know
Where the golden wattles grow!
In the Northland, in the Southland,
In the Eastland and the Westland;
In the heat and in the cold,
See the wonder far unrolled
Of the trailing wattle gold:
Sun-kissed blossoms, softly falling,
Out where mighty hills are calling --
Wondrous pageant here on earth,
Miracle that called to birth
Flowers so graceful, rich and true
'Neath the arching dome of blue!
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 23 July 1932
Author reference site: Austlit
See also.
