WHAT is the spell that, to each human heart,
Bids Memory’s tide in sweetest ripples come?
While tear and smile, in bright collision start,
One word contains the Charm, that word is “Home.”
Let each some heart-warm epithet supply,
Pure, loving, beautiful, secure or free,
Combine them all beneath Australian sky,
Such are our homes, such may they ever be!
© Emily Mary Barton