[The maidens of Tasmania] [poem, 8 August 1854]

[Editor: An untitled poem, published in the Launceston Examiner, 8 August 1854.]


The maidens of Tasmania,
The bright-eyed and the fair;
Where will you find their equals?
Who with them can compare?
In native grace and loveliness
Pre-eminent they stand;
The brightest of bright flowers, they,
In their own sunny land.

The maidens of Tasmania
Have tender hearts and true;
And innocence around them spreads
Her robe of spotless hue.
Oh! may the worm of blighted love
Ne’er dim the rose’s pride,
Nor ever aught but peace and joy
Their guileless hearts betide.

The maidens of Tasmania
May each a partner find,
One faithful heart to rest upon,
One friend than all more kind.
Their “olive branches” may they see
In beauteous freshness grow,
And the maidens of Tasmania
Be happy then, as now.

Tasmania, of her daughters,
With honest pride may boast;
Each one, for worth and beauty,
Theme for a monarch’s toast,
From whom, in times hereafter,
Shall spring a noble race,
With heads to guide our councils,
And hearts her foes to face.

A. B. B.

Launceston Examiner; Commercial and Agricultural Advertiser (Launceston, Tas.), 8 August 1854, p. 2

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