from The Never-Never Land by Henry Lawson


By hut, homestead, and shearing-shed,

By railroad, coach, and track—

By lonely graves where rest our dead,

Up-Country and Out-Back:

To where beneath the clustered stars

The dreamy plains expand—

My home lies wide a thousand miles

In the Never-Never Land.


It lies beyond the farming belt,

Wide wastes of scrub and plain,

A blazing desert in the drought,

A wake-land after rain;

To the skyline sweeps the waving grass,

Or whirls the scorching sand—

A phantom land, a mystic realm!

The Never-Never Land.



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