Henry Lawson Poems

White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier
As we glide to the grand old sea --
But the song of my heart is for none to hear
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One day old Trooper Campbell
Rode out to Blackman's Run,
His cap-peak and his sabre
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When his heart is growing bitter and his hair is growing grey,
And he hears the debt-collector knocking several times a day,
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Listen! The end draws nearer,
Nearer the morning—or night—
And I see with a vision clearer
That the beginning was right!
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IT IS New Year’s Day and I rise to state that here on the Sydney side
The Bards have commenced to fill out of late and they’re showing their binjies with pride
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’Twas Eight-Hour Day, and proudly
Old Labour led the way;
The drums were bearing loudly,
The crowded streets were gay;
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"Like clouds o'er the South are the nations who reign
On fair islands that we would command;
But clouds that are darker and denser than these
Have sailed from an Isle in the Northern Seas
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BY RIGHT of birth in southern land I send my warning forth.
I see my country ruined by the wrongs that damned the North.
And shall I stand with fireless eyes and still and silent mouth
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NOT to the sober and staid,
Leading a quiet life,
But to men whose paths are laid
Ever through storm and strife—
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