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MELBOURNE.
JULY 1884.
Queen city of the South, electric spark
Illuminating all our Continent,
Thy motto is of conquest not content,
Thy rays are wide-spread through the primal dark
Of our mysterious north, thou stamp'st thy mark
On territories of immense extent,
And with potentialities up-pent
Within them as immense. Hark thou, O hark,
The fairy bells are ringing to thy night
Chimes of a day of wondrous brilliance:
Begins to dawn thy future broad and bright
Over the hills, and that which will enhance
Thy splendour, now is reddening the sky,
In token of a rich noon drawing nigh.
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