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  ― 117 ―

Frangipanni

KING'S gold and ivory beyond the dreams of avarice!
Nor frankincense and myrrh, I ween, were ever sweet as this,
Nor spell of jasmine wind at dawn when Earth and Heaven kiss.
Frangipanni on a Brisbane lawn!

A voice for ever crying in the wilderness of years,
Through broken arches of a dream's prophetic hopes and fears,
Has grown articulate to-day to straining human ears. …
Frangipanni on a Brisbane lawn!

Did Chance or Love ingenerate keep such argosy for prize
From moneychangers in the gates, from toll of merchandise,
That very God might set His seal of wonder in your eyes,
Frangipanni on a Brisbane lawn?

And I, a beggar in the street, of dross or dream denied,
Might feel enchanted gates beneath a wizard hand swing wide
On more than Cæsar's empery or Midas' gilded pride. …
Frangipanni on a Brisbane lawn!

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