There are visions, there are voices: you will know them soon and soon. Yes, for you will surely go Where the deepest gullies grow, They will feel you and take you, With birds to lure and wake you, They will set your spirit dancing, They will tell you all they know. There beneath the radiant dome Unafraid your feet will roam, With the soft creek lapping, And the loose bark flapping, While the waving tree-ferns whisper, 'Little girl, you've wandered home.'
Nettie Palmer
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