Henry Kendall Poems
|46.||Daniel Henry Deniehy||1/1/2004|
|52.||Drowned At Sea||4/7/2010|
|54.||Eighteen Hundred And Sixty-Four||4/7/2010|
|56.||Ella With The Shining Hair||4/7/2010|
|60.||Euterpe: A Cantanta||4/7/2010|
|63.||Fainting By The Way||4/7/2010|
|64.||Faith In God||4/7/2010|
|68.||From The Forests||4/7/2010|
|72.||God Help Our Men At Sea||4/7/2010|
|73.||Harps We Love||4/7/2010|
|74.||Heath From The Highlands||4/7/2010|
|75.||How The Melbourne Cup Was Won||4/7/2010|
|78.||Hymn Of Praise||4/7/2010|
|80.||In Memoriam -- A. L. Gordon||4/7/2010|
The Last Of His Tribe
He crouches, and buries his face on his knees,
And hides in the dark of his hair;
For he cannot look up to the storm-smitten trees,
Or think of the loneliness there -
Of the loss and the loneliness there.
The wallaroos grope through the tufts of the grass,
And turn to their coverts for fear;
But he sits in the ashes and lets them pass
Where the boomerangs sleep with the spear -
With the nullah, the sling and the spear.
Uloola, behold him! The thunder that breaks
On the tops of the rocks with the rain,
And the wind which drives up with the...
Take this rose, and very gently place it on the tender, deep
Mosses where our little darling, Araluen, lies asleep.
Put the blossom close to baby -- kneel with me, my love, and pray;
We must leave the bird we've buried -- say good-bye to her to-day;
In the shadow of our trouble we must go to other lands,
And the flowers we have fostered will be left to other hands.
Other eyes will watch them growing -- other feet will softly tread
Where two hearts are nearly breaking, where so many