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 For flood and fire and famine She pays us back threefold Over the thirsty paddocks, Watch, after many days, The filmy veil of greenness That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country, A wilful, lavish land— All you who have not loved her, You will not understand— Though earth holds many splendours, Wherever I may die, I know to what brown country My homing thoughts will fly.