Poems by James Lister Cuthbertson
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Who knows it not, who loves it not,
Down to the lighthouse pillar
Australia! land of lonely lake
I twined a wreath of heather white
“Tandem venias precamur
This is the maiden Solitude, too fair
The morning star paled slowly, the Cross1 hung low to the sea,
Give us from dawn to dark
Old Billy, battered, brown and black
Gold of the tangled wilderness of wattle,