GIVE us from dawn to dark <br /> Blue of Australian skies, <br />Let there be none to mark <br /> Whither our pathway lies. <br /> <br />Give us when noontide comes <br /> Rest in the woodland free— <br />Fragrant breath of the gums, <br /> Cold, sweet scent of the sea. <br /> <br />Give us the wattle’s gold <br /> And the dew-laden air, <br />And the loveliness bold <br /> Loneliest landscapes wear. <br /> <br />These are the haunts we love, <br /> Glad with enchanted hours, <br />Bright as the heavens above, <br /> Fresh as the wild bush flowers.<br /><br />James Lister Cuthbertson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bush/
