The Wonga Vine or Chocolate Bells
Chocolate Bells, rich, rare and fine
Shedding a subtle scent divine,
"Neath the gum trees nodding plumes
And o'er the lichened rocks of gloom.
Fingered leaves, attractive, green
But lend an added charm and sheen
To your sweet flowers, oh Chocolate Bells
Where fairies and the wee folk dwell.
Short is your reign, to make your bow
You grace the spring, art gone ere now
To earths sweet casket, biding there
To come again another year.
Ere yet you passed, how many hours
Did honey suckers sip your flowers?
A mating that Dame Nature needs
Or fertile ne'er would be your seeds.
Still yet your fragrance floats around
While bush-lands shaded nook's resound
With feathered songsters from afar
What balm to mortal ears they are!
Oh happy, joyous, rapturous spring
What treasures in your hand you bring,
The song of birds, bejewelled flowers
The blissful calm of sunset hours.
And memories of our youth's spring-tide
When hope and joy walked side by side,
And swiftly like a tumbling stream
We built our castles in our dreams.
Came summer with her blazing sun
Ere seemed that youth had yet begun,
And spring, a maiden ever shy
Bid us adieu, with many a sigh.
When autumn with her softened tears.
Is mingling with our passing years
We turn to spring and hope again
To hear the birds in sweet refrain.
Oh Chocolate Bells, sweet Wonga vine
You peal a carol rich, divine.
Of music from your drooping bells
And fragrance wafting o'er the dells.
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