John Farrell

“ Drives away up the street with the greys at the utter-most reach of their speed!
And the drunkard half-rises, and listens, a wistful, sad smile on his face,
As he mutters, "Thank God I deceived him! in three hours he'll be at the place;
And whether poor Freddie lives yet or has gone where the blessed abide
I have triumphed an hour over Death for the child of my love!" So he died.
This work is in the public domain in Australia because it was created in Australia and the term of copyright has expired. ”

“ Every light on the hills out of view, in the dim solemn glens not a light,
Not a sound or a stir in the depths of the marvellous hush of the night,
Not a pulse or a heart-beat of Nature, no break in the infinite rest,
Not a star with the eyelight of God to be seen from the east to the west. ”

“ Of their hate, and our vigilance slept and security came to our roof.
"Once or twice we had missed a few sheep from the flocks, once or twice we had found
Far away on the run, dying fires, with the half-roasted fragments strewn round,
But I bade all the men not to heed any small depredation, or strive
To bring punishment home to the culprits. Our pardon is cheap when we thrive. ”