<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357597" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Healesville</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Healesville is a smiling lass,<br>'Mid her encircling hills,<br>Where down full many a mountain pass<br>The gold of wattle spills.<br>She holds her hands out to the Spring,<br>E'er upon pleasure bent;<br>Yet knowing that each year will bring <br>When comes the time of blossoming <br>Profit for her content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Healesville is a sorceress,<br>With magic gifts imbued:<br>For each year, with the wattles' dress,<br>She finds her youth renewed.<br>So, ever young and ever gay,<br>She bids, at each rebirth,<br>The weary toilers here to stray,<br>And pass the sunlit hours away<br>In idleness and mirth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Healesville keeps a boarding-house <br>She likes to entertain;<br>She scorns to play the country mouse;<br>But, pert and rather vain.<br>With lip-stick, rouge and marcelled hair,<br>Would add to her renown<br>For carefree mirth; and seeks to wear<br>The smart, sophisticated air<br>Of flappers fresh from Town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Healesville calls you to her hills,<br>While summer suns look down,<br>To join the carnival that fills<br>With merriment her town.<br>Then as late autumn's shadows creep<br>Across the western plain,<br>And winter snowfalls clothe the steep.<br>She settles to her beauty sleep<br>Till springtime comes again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357597" data-title="Healesville de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="Healesville is a smiling lass, 'Mid her encircling hills, Where down full many a mountain pass The gold of wattle spills. She holds her hands out to the Spring, E'er upon pleasure bent; Yet knowing that each year will bring When comes the time of..."></div> </div> </div>

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