Mary Hannay Foott

(1846 - 1918 / Australia)

Poems of Mary Hannay Foott

21. The Fate of Bass 1/1/2004
22. The Future of Australia 3/2/2010
23. The Magi to the Star 3/2/2010
24. The Massacre of the Bards 3/2/2010
25. The Melbourne International Exhibition 3/2/2010
26. To Henry the Fifth 3/2/2010
27. To the Virgin Mary 3/2/2010
28. To the White Julienne 3/2/2010
29. Up North 3/2/2010
30. Watch-Night 3/2/2010
31. Wentworth 3/2/2010
32. Where the Pelican Builds 1/4/2003

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."

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