The sunlight from the sky is swept, But, over Snowdon's summit kept, One brand of cloud yet burns, By ghostly hands far out of sight, Held, glowing, in the even-light,...
My youth was passing, Sire, whilst you among The cradle-wrappings slept; my morning-song Sung o'er your pillow. Winds of heaven have thrown Us both, since then, on heights apart and lone....
Midnight, musical and splendid, And the Old Year's life is ended, And the New, 'born in the purple,' babe yet crowned, among us dwells; While Creation's welcome swells, Starlight all the heavens pervading,...
'Tis a new thing for Australia that the waters to her bear One who seeks not strength of sunshine, or the breath of healing air; One who reeks not of her riches, nor remembers she is fair;...
The unexplored parts of Australia are sometimes spoken of by the bushmen of Western Queensland as the home of the pelican, a bird whose resting place, so far as the writer knows, is seldom, if ever, found. ...