Edward George Dyson

(March 1865 - 22 August 1931 / Ballarat / Victoria / Australia)

Edward George Dyson Poems

81. Billjim 4/13/2010
82. How Herman Won The Cross 4/13/2010
83. Battle Passes 4/13/2010
84. As The Troops Went Through 4/13/2010
85. Hello, Soldier! 4/13/2010
86. Men Of Australia 1/1/2004
87. A Poor Joke 4/13/2010
88. Billy Khaki 4/13/2010
89. Australia 4/13/2010
90. The Old Whim Horse 1/4/2003
91. Cleaning Up 1/1/2004
92. The Church Bells 4/13/2010
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The Church Bells

The Viennese authorities have melted down
the great bell in St. Stephen's to supply metal
for guns or muntions. Every poor village
has made a similar gift.—Lokal Anzeiger.


The great bell booms across the town,
Reverberant and slow,
And drifting from their houses down
The calm-eyed people go.
Their feet fall on the portal stones
Their fathers' fathers trod;
And still the bell, with reverent tones,
From cottage nooks and purple thrones
Is calling souls to God.

The chapel bells with ardor spake
Above the poplars tall,
And ...

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Peter Simson's Farm

Simson settled in the timber when his arm was strong and true,
And his form was straight and limber; and he wrought the long day through
In a struggle, single-handed, and the trees fell slowly back,
Twenty thousand giants banded ’gainst a solitary jack.

Through the fiercest days of summer you might hear his keen axe ring
And re-echo in the ranges, hear his twanging crosscut sing;
There the great gums swayed and whispered, and the birds were skyward blown,
As the c

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