Thursday June 26, 2008 at 4:44
“and the bush hath friends to meet him,
and their kindly voices greet him in the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
and he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
and at night the wond’rous glory of the everlasting stars.”
— banjo paterson, clancy of the overflow; first published in the bulletin, 1889 (via littlesparrow)
This post was reblogged from blame it on my wild heart.
