| Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by?
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| Here a patch of glassy water; |
| there a glimpse of mystic sky?
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| Have you heard the still voice calling, yet so warm, and yet so cold:
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| «I'm the Mother-Bush that bore you Come to me when you are old»
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| Did you see the bush below you, sweeping darkly to the Range,
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| All unchanged and all unchanging, yet so very old and strange
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| Did you hear the bush a-calling, when your heart was young and bold:
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| «I'm the Mother-bush that nursed you; |
| Come to me when you are old»
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| Through the long and thunderous cutting, and the night train should be still,
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| Did you hear the grey bush calling from the pine-ridge overhead:
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| «You have seen the seas and cities, all seems done and all seems told,
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| I’m the Mother-Bush that loves you, come to me now you are old»
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| Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by?
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| Here a patch of glassy water; |
| there a glimpse of mystic sky?
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| Have you heard the still voice calling, yet so warm, and yet so cold:
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| «I'm the Mother-Bush that bore you! |
| Come to me now you are old»
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| «I'm the Mother-Bush that loves you! |
| Come to me now you are old» |