Henry Lawson Poems
|483.||Cherry- Tree Inn||12/31/2002|
|484.||When Your Pants Begin To Go||1/3/2003|
|485.||From The Bush||1/1/2004|
|487.||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|
|496.||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 ...
At The Beating Of A Drum
Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong,
And the armies of Australia shall not march without a song;
The glorious words and music of Australia's song shall come
When her true hearts rush together at the beating of a drum.
We may not be there to hear it – 'twill be written in the night,
And Australia's foes shall fear it in the hour before the fight.
The glorious words and music from a lonely heart shall come
When our sons shall rush to danger at the beating o