Thomas Henry Kendall,
Leichhardt
(1880)
“ Eye of man had never looked at, human foot had never known. Then the angel, Science, beckoned, and he knelt and whispered low — "I will follow where you lead me" — two-and-thirty years ago. On the tracts of thirst and furnace — on the dumb, blind, burning plain, Where the red earth gapes for moisture, and the wan leaves hiss for rain, In a land of dry, fierce thunder, did he ever pause and dream Of the cool green German valley and the singing German stream? When the sun was as a menace, glaring from a sky of brass, Did he ever rest, in visions, on a lap of German grass? ”
