The land line ever nearing
And ever far away.
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Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens,
They are gentlemen and ladies—they’ve been ‘toffs’ for generations,But old Varden’s been unlucky—lost a lot in speculations.Troubles gathered fast upon him when the mining bubble ‘busted,’Then the bank suspended payment, where his little all he trusted;And the butcher and the baker sent their bills in when they read it,Even John, the Chow that served him,…
We, three men of commerce,
See but little promiseIn the coming days;Though our hearts are brittle,Hardened near to stone,We can think a littleOf the seasons flown.Lily days and rose days:Youthful days so bright;We were fools in those days,Let’s be fools to-night.We, three men of commerce,Men of business we,Gave but little promiseOf what we would beWhen we wandered urchins—Foes of law…
One day old Trooper Campbell
His cap-peak and his sabreWere glancing in the sun.‘Twas New Year’s Eve, and slowlyAcross the ridges lowThe sad Old Year was driftingTo where the old years go.The trooper’s mind was readingThe love-page of his life —His love for Mary WylieEre she was Blackman’s wife;He sorrowed for the sorrowsOf the heart a rival won,For he knew…
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed,
By lonely graves of our brave dead,Up-Country and Out-Back:To where ‘neath glorious the clustered starsThe dreamy plains expand —My home lies wide a thousand milesIn the Never-Never Land.It lies beyond the farming belt,Wide wastes of scrub and plain,A blazing desert in the drought,A lake-land after rain;To the sky-line sweeps the waving grass,Or whirls the scorching…
Wide lies Australia! The seas that surround her
Never has Custom nor Tyranny bound her –Never was conquest so peacefully won.Fair lies Australia! with all things within herMeet for a Nation, the greatest to be:Free to the White Man to woo and to win her:Those who’d be happy and those who’d be free.Free to live fully and free to live cleanly,Free to give…
“Not from the seas does he draw inspiration,
But a wide, a world-old desolation –On a dead land alone with the stars.The long hot day gone over,And starlight come again;And I, weary rover,Lie camped on One Tree Plain.My saddle for a pillow,I lie beneath the tree,That softens to a willow,In the moonlight over me.I dream that I rememberA dim and distant day,Beyond yon…