Compensation.
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Strange and subtle, to reveal it,
Words are poor and harsh and brief
Only such as know and feel it
Can believe the joy of grief.
Words are poor and harsh and brief
Only such as know and feel it
Can believe the joy of grief.
A Patriotic Song.
Australia! heiress of the years,
Set in thy circling ocean,
Dear native land! by this right hand
I pledge thee my devotion.
Set in thy circling ocean,
Dear native land! by this right hand
I pledge thee my devotion.
Here is mine arm for thy defence,
True as the cross above thee.
Here is my brain to work thee gain,
Here is my heart to love thee.
True as the cross above thee.
Here is my brain to work thee gain,
Here is my heart to love thee.
I take thy wattle for my badge
And worthily I'll wear it.
Its plume of gold no slave shall hold,
No coward spirit share it.
And worthily I'll wear it.
Its plume of gold no slave shall hold,
No coward spirit share it.
