Henry Lawson,
The Lights of Cobb and Co.
(1897)
“ The roads are rare to travel, and life seems all complete; The grind of wheels on gravel, the trot of horses’ feet, The trot, trot, trot and canter, as down the spur we go — The green sweeps to horizons blue that call for Cobb and Co. We take a bright girl actress through western dust and damps, To bear the home-world message, and sing for sinful camps, To wake the hearts and break them, wild hearts that hope and ache — (Ah! when she thinks of those days her own must nearly break!) ”
