![]() ![]() The light of passion in dreamy eyes, and a page of truth well read, The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold of the spirit I thought was dead, A song that goes to a comrade's heart, and a tear of pride let fall - And my soul is strong! and the world to me is a grand world after all! Let our enemies go by their old dull tracks, and theirs be the fault or shame (The man is bitter against the world who has only himself to blame) Let the darkest side of the past be dark, and only the good recall For I must believe that the world, my dear, is a kind world after all. The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town My spirit revives in the morning breeze, though it died when the sun went down The river is high and the stream is strong, and the grass is green and tall, And I fain would think that this world of ours is a good world after all. ![]()
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