The Little Native Rose

Henry Lawson, 1910

      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.