The Lands Poem by John Alexander Ross McKellar

The Lands

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A sweet Franciscan of the Lands
Sir Thomas Mitchell stares and stands
Indifferent to the gentle words
Of Bass, befriended of the birds
Who simulate the snows of time
By anointing him with lime,
Ere they depart to flutter thanks
In equal kind on Joseph Banks,
Or cloud with high foreboding dirt
The stony thoughts of Richard Sturt.

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