There is a lasting little flower, <br />That everybody knows, <br />Yet none has thought to think about <br />The little Native Rose. <br /> <br />The wattle and the waratah— <br />The world has heard of those; <br />But who, outside Australia, kens <br />The little Native Rose. <br /> <br />Yet first for faint, far off perfume, <br />That lives where memory goes; <br />And first of all for fadelessness— <br />The little Native Rose.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-native-rose/
