’Tis a wonderful time when these hours begin,
These long ‘small hours’ of night,
When grass is crisp, and the air is thin,
And the stars come close and bright.
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Above the ashes straight and tall,
Through ferns with moisture dripping,
I climb beneath the sandstone wall,
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The Valley's full of misty cloud,
Its tinted beauty drowning,
The Eucalypti roar aloud,
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