Henry Lawson

The Little Native Rose

There is a lasting little flower, That everybody knows, Yet none has thought to think about The little Native Rose. The wattle and the waratah The world has heard of those; But who, outside Australia, kens The little Native Rose. Yet first for faint, far off perfume, That lives where memory goes; And first of all for fadelessness The little Native Rose.

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