Here you will find the Poem The Australian Muse of poet Leon Gellert
Uplift thy lyre, and touch the tender strings; But leave unsung the epics of thy land Til thou and time have made a song both grand And mellow with thy long imaginings. Breathe forth the secret whisperings of thy birth, And play the soft tunes of thine infancy; Nor sing the dull oft-told reality Of worldly ways; but rather let the earth Grow old; then sing the great songs of its youth. Then thou, whilst ageing in the pass of time, Add fame to fame, and rhyme to gloried rhyme Till fit thy lyre is for song of Truth. But now, a child-song sweet with laughs and Tears, And let the unripe ripen with the years.
