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C J Dennis - Bacchus Marsh
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Here she bides, a buxom lady,
   Blest by peace and great content;
Dwelling by her byways shady,
   Where the elm trees boughs are bent;
Shutting out the world`s wild clamor,
Lending to her streets a glamour,
   Gracious and beneficent.


Fortune came to her full easy,
   Asking little of man`s toil;
So she prospered in those breezy
   Days when wealth sprang from the soil
And kind earth, munificently,
   As the placid seasons passed,
For man`s fortune proffered gently
Rich and gracious gifts in plenty,
   Drawn from out her storehouse vast.


Portly dame, untuned to trouble,
   Destined through the years to be -
While the ills of earth redouble -
   Sheltered in tranquility,
Asking neither fame nor glory,
   And with quiet dilligence
Tending earth that tells the story
Of an age long gone and hoary,
   And the young world`s turbulence.


Brown hills, broody in the diatnce,
 Fecund fields that won their worth
Out of nature`s mad insistence
   To remould her tortured earth -
These have left their age-old traces
   In the glacier`s graven trail,
Thro` the wondrous green oasis
Where the pleasant river races
   To the sea from this calm vale.
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