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 If you but face them bravely, lost in a barren land, Never will they betray you, the sky and the sea and sand.

Blue burns the sky above me, red the sand at my feet, Near and far on the sandhills shimmers the living heat; Hill after hill I conquer, changing yet still the same, Still flows the sand together and covers the way I came.

Stretched in a warm sand-hollow late in the afternoon Watch I the wild duck flying back to the long lagoon; Black on an amber sunset passes the last of the flight— Over the Coorong sandhills quiver the pinions of night.