Joseph Furphy Poems
|1.||What The Heart Of The Poet Said To The 'Bulletin'||4/20/2010|
|3.||Breaking The News||4/20/2010|
|4.||Glory To God; To Men Good Will!||4/20/2010|
|5.||A Christmas Greeting To K.B.||4/20/2010|
|6.||A Christmas Hymn||4/20/2010|
|7.||A Psalm Of Councel||4/20/2010|
|8.||A Psalm Of Subjection||4/20/2010|
|9.||A S.S.T.'s Lament||4/20/2010|
|10.||The Schoolhouse On The Plain||4/20/2010|
|11.||Lines For Lizer-Jane's Album.||4/20/2010|
|14.||A Psalm Of Patience||4/20/2010|
|15.||A Psalm Of Resignation||4/20/2010|
|17.||The Fly In The Ointment||4/20/2010|
|18.||Virtues That Pay||4/20/2010|
|19.||The Bullfrog Bell||4/20/2010|
|20.||Are You The Cove?||1/1/2004|
|22.||The Death Of President Lincoln||4/20/2010|
|23.||A Psalm Of Fortitude||4/20/2010|
|24.||Elegy Of Lincoln||4/20/2010|
|25.||Birthday Lines For K.B.||4/20/2010|
|26.||The Gumsucker's Dirge||4/20/2010|
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The Gumsucker's Dirge
Sing the evil days we see, and the worse that are to be,
In such doggerel as dejection will allow,
We are pilgrims, sorrow-led, with no Beulah on ahead,
No elysian Up the Country for us now.
For the settlements extend till they seem to have no end;
Spreading silently, you can't tell when or how;
And a home-infested land stretches out on every hand,
So there is no Up the Country for us now.
On the six-foot Mountain peak, up and down the dubious creek,
Where the cockatoos alone should make a row,
There the rooster tears his throat, to announce with...
A Psalm Of Fortitude
Are you, like me, a peevish brat,
With feelings extra-fine?
Are you disposed to whip the cat
When misadventure lays your flat?
Then paste this memo in your hat —
A Man Should Never Whine.
The axiom is no safeguard rare,
Nor talisman divine;