THIRD VOICE.
Oh island ! blest beyond all isles that lie 'Neath the blue splendour of an Austral sky, Where every tropic bloom and bud abide, A nd thousand streamlets seek broad ocean tide ; Where the sweet bell-bird hides in tangledbrakes, And Alpine mountains gloss themselves in lakes, Where virgin forests into azure toss Their giant limbs beneath the Southern Cross, And soft, sequestered nooks, like Kden, glealn Through vistas lovelier than poetic dream.
Where hardy Saxon, and adventurous celt, In one bold race, and one communion melt, I see thy grand historic names arise, Re-echoing through the embryo centuries. I see -nhere Selwyn, Patterson, and Grey Float on the pinions of an unborn day. Three knightly men ! of grand heroic fame, Of stainless memory, and undying name. Now, from the torrid islets of the North, Here Arthur comes to make a noble Fourth.
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Observer, Volume 1, Issue 10, 20 November 1880, Page 80
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143THIRD VOICE. Observer, Volume 1, Issue 10, 20 November 1880, Page 80
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