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And make me hideous in my neighbours' eyes。



But let me fall not in mine own esteem;

 By poor deceit or selfish greed debased。

  Let me be clean from secret stain and shame;

Know myself true; though false as hell I seem 

 Know myself worthy; howsoe'er disgraced 

  Know myself right; though every tongue should blame。







  Despair





Alone!  Alone!  No beacon; far or near!

 No chart; no compass; and no anchor stay!

 Like melting fog the mirage melts away

In all…surrounding darkness; void and clear。

Drifting; I spread vain hands; and vainly peer

 And vainly call for pilot;  weep and pray;

 Beyond these limits not the faintest ray

Shows distant coast whereto the lost may steer。



O what is life; if we must hold it thus

 As wind…blown sparks hold momentary fire?

  What are these gifts without the larger boon?

O what is art; or wealth; or fame to us

 Who scarce have time to know what we desire?

  O what is love; if we must part so soon?







  Faith





And is the great cause lost beyond recall?

 Have all the hopes of ages come to naught?

 Is life no more with noble meaning fraught?

Is life but death; and love its funeral pall?

Maybe。  And still on bended knees I fall;

 Filled with a faith no preacher ever taught。

 O God  MY God  by no false prophet wrought 

I believe still; in despite of it all!



Let go the myths and creeds of groping men。

 This clay knows naught  the Potter understands。

I own that Power divine beyond my ken;

 And still can leave me in His shaping hands。

But; O my God; that madest me to feel;

Forgive the anguish of the turning wheel!









Alexander Bathgate。







  The Clematis





Fair crown of stars of purest ray;

 Hung aloft on Mapau tree;

What floral beauties ye display;

 Stars of snowy purity;

Around the dark…leaved mapau's head

Unsullied garlands ye have spread。



Concealed were all thy beauties rare

 'Neath the dark umbrageous shade;

But still to gain the loftiest spray;

 Thy weak stem its efforts made;

Now; every obstacle o'ercome;

Thou smilest from thy leafy home。



That home secure; 'mid sombre leaves

 Yielded by thy stalwart spouse;

Helps thee to show thy fairy crown;

 Decorates his dusky boughs:

His strength; thy beauty; both unite

And form a picture to delight。



Fair flower; methinks thou dost afford

 Emblem of a perfect wife;

Whose work is hidden from the world;

 Till; perchance; her husband's life

Is by her influence beautified;

And this by others is descried。









Philip Joseph Holdsworth。







  Quis Separabit?





All my life's short years had been stern and sterile 

 I stood like one whom the blasts blow back 

As with shipmen whirled through the straits of Peril;

 So fierce foes menaced my every track。



But I steeled my soul to a strong endeavour;

 I bared my brow as the sharp strokes fell;

And I said to my heart  〃Hope on!  Hope ever:

 Have Courage  Courage; and all is well。〃



Then; bright as the blood in my heart's rich chalice;

 O Blossom; Blossom!  you came from far;

And life rang joy; till the World's loud malice

 Shrilled to the edge of our utmost star。



And I said:  〃On me let the rough storms hurtle;

 The great clouds gather and shroud my sun 

But you shall be Queen where the rose and myrtle

 Laugh with the year till the year is done。〃



So my Dream fell dead; and the fluctuant passion 

 The stress and strain of the past re…grew;

The world laughed on in its heedless fashion;

 But Earth whirled worthless; because of you!



In that Lake of Tears which my grief discovered;

 I laid dead Love with a passionate kiss;

And over those soundless depths has hovered

 The sweet; sad wraith of my vanished bliss。



Heart clings to Heart  let the strange years sever

 The fates of two who had met  to part;

Love's strength survives; and the harsh world never

 Shall crush the passion of heart for heart;



For I know my life; though it droop and dwindle;

 Shall leave me Love till I fade and die;

And when hereafter our Souls re…kindle;

 Who shall be fonder  You or I?







  My Queen of Dreams





In the warm flushed heart of the rose…red west;

 When the great sun quivered and died to…day;

You pulsed; O star; by yon pine…clad crest 

 And throbbed till the bright eve ashened grey 

    Then I saw you swim

    By the shadowy rim

Where the grey gum dips to the western plain;

    And you rayed delight

    As you winged your flight

To the mystic spheres where your kinsmen reign。



O star; did you see her?  My queen of dreams!

 Was it you that glimmered the night we strayed

A month ago by these scented streams?

 Half…checked by the litter the musk…buds made?

    Did you sleep or wake?

    Ah; for Love's sweet sake

(Though the world should fail and the soft stars wane!)

    I shall dream delight

    Till our souls take flight

To the mystic spheres where your kinsmen reign!









Mary Hannay Foott。







  Where the Pelican Builds





The horses were ready; the rails were down;

 But the riders lingered still 

  One had a parting word to say;

 And one had his pipe to fill。

Then they mounted; one with a granted prayer;

 And one with a grief unguessed。

  〃We are going;〃 they said; as they rode away 

 〃Where the pelican builds her nest!〃



They had told us of pastures wide and green;

 To be sought past the sunset's glow;

  Of rifts in the ranges by opal lit;

 And gold 'neath the river's flow。

And thirst and hunger were banished words

 When they spoke of that unknown West;

  No drought they dreaded; no flood they feared;

 Where the pelican builds her nest!



The creek at the ford was but fetlock deep

 When we watched them crossing there;

  The rains have replenished it thrice since then;

 And thrice has the rock lain bare。

But the waters of Hope have flowed and fled;

 And never from blue hill's breast

  Come back  by the sun and the sands devoured 

 Where the pelican builds her nest。







  New Country





Conde had come with us all the way 

 Eight hundred miles  but the fortnight's rest

Made him fresh as a youngster; the sturdy bay!

 And Lurline was looking her very best。



Weary and footsore; the cattle strayed

 'Mid the silvery saltbush well content;

Where the creeks lay cool 'neath the gidya's shade

 The stock…horses clustered; travel…spent。



In the bright spring morning we left them all 

 Camp; and cattle; and white; and black 

And rode for the Range's westward fall;

 Where the dingo's trail was the only track。



Slow through the clay…pans; wet to the knee;

 With the cane…grass rustling overhead;

Swift o'er the plains with never a tree;

 Up the cliffs by a torrent's bed。



Bridle on arm for a mile or more

 We toiled; ere we reached Bindanna's verge

And saw  as one sees a far…off shore 

 The blue hills bounding the forest surge。



An ocean of trees; by the west wind stirred;

 Rolled; ever rolled; to the great cliff's base;

And its sound like the noise of waves was heard

 'Mid the rocks and the caves of that lonely place。



     。    。    。    。    。



We recked not of wealth in stream or soil

 As we heard on the heights the breezes sing;

We felt no longer our travel…toil;

 We feared no more what the years might bring。







  No Message





She heard the story of the end;

 Each message; too; she heard;

And there was one for every friend;

 For her alone  no word。



And shall she bear a heavier heart;

 And deem his love was fled;

Because his soul from earth could part

 Leaving her name unsaid?



No  No!   Though neither sign nor sound

 A parting thought expressed 

Not heedless passed the Homeward…Bound

 Of her he loved the best。



Of voyage…perils; bravely borne;

 He would not tell the tale;

Of shattered planks and canvas torn;

 And war with wind and gale。



He waited till the light…house star

 Should rise against the sky;

And from the mainland; looming far;

 The forest scents blow by。



He hoped to tell  assurance sweet! 

 That pain and grief were o'er 

What blessings haste the soul to meet;

 Ere yet within the door。



Then one farewell he thought to speak

 When all the rest were past 

As in the parting…hour we seek

 The dearest hand the last。



And while for this delaying but

 To see Heaven's opening Gate 

Lo; it received him  and was shut 

 Ere he could say 〃I wait。〃







  Happy Days





A fringe of rushes  one green line

 Upon a faded plain;

A silver streak of water…shine 

 Above; tree…watchers twain。

It was our resting…place awhile;

 And still; with backward gaze;

We say:  〃'Tis many a weary mile 

 But there were happy days。〃



And shall no ripple break the sand

 Upon our farther way?

Or

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