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There is a lasting little flower, / That everybody knows, / Yet none has thought to think about / The little Native Rose.
The wattle and the waratah -- / The world has heard of those; / But who, outside Australia, kens / The little Native Rose.
Yet first for faint, far off perfume, / That lives where memory goes; / And first of all for fadelessness- / The little Native Rose.