Christmas in Exile by Mary Corringham

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Christmas, the queen of summer, nears the strand.   
The countryside is gold from end to end   
With bush and bells, that a sweet message send  
To every corner of this southern land.   

The skies are lit as with a glowing brand;   
River and sea in tints of azure blend;     
Until it seems the gods themselves unbend,   
And grant their blessings with a lavish hand.  
But I have seen the clustered berries grow 
Scarlet against the holly's glossy sheen;   
Have scattered crumbs upon a drift of snow, 
And fed stray robins on the gorse-clad green. 
Though Home is grey with cloud and winter sleet,       
I would her country ways lay at my feet.    

First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 24 December 1927

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