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- Return to the valley,
oh my spirit!
- To the humble common
ways of life;
- Leave the mountain
heights, their wondrous glory,
- And their task; of
strength, of toil and strife.
- Wander in the valley,
oh my spirit!
- With the hale selfless
thoughts of love;
- Leave the glowing
mountain tops behind you
- With their adamantine
might above.
- See dream's firm
strong finger pointing downwards
- From the lovely
Irpland you will roam;
- Them is moonlight on
the valley's snowfields
- And there's light
enough to take you home.
- Leave the tempting way
up to the mountain.
- In the future you may
map its height
- But tonight your way
is by the lowland,
- And the moon gives
just enough light
- Marie Byles 1944
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- The gold of
gompholobium
- Above a dimpled
sapphire sea,
- And pink of eriostemon
- Beneath a twisted grey
gum-tree!
- And fair as flowers
and ocean blue,
- And Joyous as the
springs caress,
- My comrades of the
bush are you,
- Bright keen and fresh
with happiness.
- It is not shape of
form or wealth,
- Or youth, or strength
that makes you fair,
- But kiss of sunshine
gold, and health
- Of free fresh
purifying air.
- Oft have I watched the
dawn s pale hue
- From on my bed beneath
the sky,
- And love the earth the
more for you,
- Who loved the same
wild things as I.
- Marie Byles
March 1942
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