Henry Lawson Poems
|482.||Cherry- Tree Inn||12/31/2002|
|483.||Up The Country||12/31/2002|
|484.||From The Bush||1/1/2004|
|487.||When Your Pants Begin To Go||1/3/2003|
|488.||Australian Bards And Bush Reviewers||12/31/2002|
|489.||At The Beating Of A Drum||1/1/2004|
|490.||As Far As Your Rifles Cover||1/1/2004|
|491.||A Bush Girl||3/26/2010|
|492.||A Song Of Brave Men||1/1/2004|
|493.||A Song Of The Republic||1/1/2004|
|497.||A Prouder Man Than You||12/31/2002|
|499.||Faces In The Street||12/31/2002|
|500.||Andy's Gone With Cattle||12/31/2002|
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
though it died when the sun went down;
The river is high and the stream is strong,
and the grass is green and tall,
And I fain would think that this world of ours is a good world after all.
The light of passion in dreamy eyes, and a page of truth well read,
The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold of the spirit I thought was dead,
A song that goes to a comrade's heart, and a tear of pride let fall --
And my soul is strong! and the ...
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar,
For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp where you are;
Roll up and give him welcome such as only diggers can,
For well he battled for the rights of miner and of Man.
In that bright golden country that lies beyond our sight,
The record of his honest life shall be his Miner's Right;
But many a bearded mouth shall twitch, and many a tear be shed,
And many a grey old digger sigh to hear that Lalor's dead.
Yet wipe your eyes, old fos