HIGH
COUNTRY HOSTAGE
We have
taken of her life-blood -
Hear
her sad soul crying
for
the days of strength and
beauty
When
her proud heart sang full
song,
Slow
murmur over stagnant pools
laments
her tortured dying,
Kingfisher
flash, shy platypus,
Swift
leaping fish - - - all gone.
The
far Tasman sobs entreaty,
Parched
wattle vainly trying
to
pay a golden ransom
For
the captive held too long,
Release
her tear-bright waters,
Set
her healing spirit flowing,
Restore
the Snowy River
Let
our heritage live on.
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