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And the bush has friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wond’rous glory of the everlasting stars.
And I somehow rather fancy that I’d like to change with Clancy,
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,
While he faced the round eternal of the cash-book and the journal –
But I doubt he’d suit the office, Clancy, of ‘The Overflow’.
Banjo Patterson
The sunlit plains extended and the wond’rous glory of the stars. They were ours to enjoy again, at least for a time. Alas all good things come to an end. For now, for us, it’s back to the round eternal. Continue reading “Back to the round eternal”
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