In dusk of Eve the city lay-
And Life's dark pall lay o'er my heart;
My feet, by instinct took the way
To that Grey Altar, set apart,
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'In bleak Toowoomba gardens, swept of flowers,
By cold west winds and withering with drought,
The wattles' grey-green leaves show burnishing
Of buds a-burgeoning to radiant bloom;
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