Give us when noontide comes
     Rest in the woodland free—
Fragrant breath of the gums,
     Cold, sweet scent of the sea.

Give us the wattle’s gold
     And the dew-laden air,
And the loveliness bold
     Loneliest landscapes wear.

These are the haunts we love,
     Glad with enchanted hours,
Bright as the heavens above,
     Fresh as the wild bush flowers.