The
Call of the Blood
By
Agnes Rose-Soley
And England, standing grave, with tear-dimmed eyes,
Saw round her ancient knees the emblems rise,
Culled 'neath her Empire’s North and Southern skies:
Wattle and pink-tipped epacris,
Maple and blue myosotis,
Lotus, poppy, and fringing palm,
Tufted branch with a healing balm,
Purple calla and feathered fern,
Daisies from sea-rock bare and stern,
Marigold, flame-flower, cactii bloom,
Orchids gathered in forest gloom,
Piled up to blend with English rose,
With Scottish heath that darkling glows,
And Erin’s turf where shamrock grows.
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