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A land, that, as ncari drew,
Most enchantingiy rose on my sight,
While the sun rose in glory, and threw
O'er its green woods his mantle Of light.
And there stood-l shall never forget
A white man, with look SO benign
tcrminetl-unbending yet
So lovcly-'twas almost divine.
The fcttcr was under his feet,
Around him were those who had come,
In thousands, rejoicing to meet
Their brother, had welcome him home.
The sun far mounted the sky,
When the pathway ON ocean was o'cr,
And none was so happy as .
When delighted, lcaped on the shore.
In freedom and JOY did stand,
And pour forth my thanks to my God,
Who thus led me to the land,
My fathers forascs had trod,


SYDNEY.