Returned
Wounded Spring, 1915
By
Philadelphia Nina Robertson
We would make our welcome royal
To you, true lads and loyal,
So we bring you golden wattle
For your greeting and your gage,
Colour meet for deeds of glory,
To be told in song and story,
To be written, and for ever,
On valour’s deathless page.
Australia's own flower—
The forest's fragrant dower,
You will wear it in your cap
And you will pin it on your breast,
Gold for hearts as true as yours,
Gold for courage that endures,
And gold for visions splendid
When eventide brings rest.
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