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MY beautiful! For beautiful thou art To me thy father, as the morning light Which makes all common objects fresh and bright, Yea gives them out of the dun void to start As they were newly fashion’d from the Night! For long there was a darkness round my heart, Until thy mother made her life a part Of mine, to pierce it with Love’s genial might— The Aurora she and the young Morning thou Of a new era in my worldly way! Whence it behoves me heedfully to plough The future for thy sake and for the vow That I have made, to make thee (if I may) A Man right worthy of our Australia. |