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MY COUNTRY

The tragic ring-barked forests
    Stark white beneath the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
    The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes
    Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree tops
    And ferns the crimson soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
    Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us
    We see the cattle die—
But then the grey clouds gather
    And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
    The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
    Land of the Rainbow Gold,

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