The hills are a chorus, the valleys a choir, And the rivers are singing, their melodies higher, While the gum trees stand sentry, with their leaves in a sway, As they stretch to the clouds, to the blue of the day.

The lilies are laughing in the ripples that play, All the life of the landscape, so vivid and gay; O sweet hour of wonder, where the heart may see clear, In the beauty of nature, let the soul disappear.

• C J Dennis