A Riverina Road

Now while so many turn with love and longing
  To wan lands lying in the grey North Sea,
To thee we turn, hearts, mem'ries, all belonging,
  Dear land of ours, to thee.

West, ever west, with the strong sunshine marching
  Beyond the mountains, far from this soft coast,
Until we almost see the great plains arching,
  In endless mirage lost.

A land of camps where seldom is sojourning,
  Where men like the dim fathers of our race,
Halt for a time, and next day, unreturning,
  Fare ever on apace.

Last night how many a leaping blaze affrighted
  The wailing birds of passage in their file;
And dawn sees ashes dead and embers whited
  Where men had dwelt awhile.

The sun may burn, the mirage shift and vanish
  And fade and glare by turns along the sky;
The haze of heat may all the distance banish
  To the uncaring eye.

By speech, or tongue of bird or brute, unbroken
  Silence may brood upon the lifeless plain,
Nor any sign, far off or near, betoken
  Man in this vast domain.

Though tender grace the landscape lacks, too spacious,
  Impassive, silent, lonely, to be fair,
Their kindness swiftly comes more soft and gracious,
  Who live or tarry there.

All that he has, in camp or homestead, proffers
  To stranger guest at once a stranger host,
Proudest to see accepted what he offers,
  Given without a boast.

Pass, if you can, the drover's cattle stringing
  Along the miles of the wide travelled road,
Without a challenge through the hot dust ringing,
  Kind though abrupt the mode.

A cloud of dust where polish'd wheels are flashing
  Passes along, and in it rolls the mail.
Comes from the box as on the coach goes dashing
  The lonely driver's hail.

Or in the track a station youngster mounted
  Sits in his saddle smoking for a "spell",
Rides a while onward; then, his news recounted,
  Parts with a brief farewell.

To-day these plains may seem a face defiant,
  Turn'd to a mortal foe, yet scorning fear;
As when, with heaven at war, an Earth-born giant
  Saw the Olympian near.

Come yet again! No child's fair face is sweeter
  With young delight than this cool blooming land,
Silent no more, for songs than wings are fleeter,
  No blaze, but sunshine bland.

Thus in her likeness that strange nature moulding
  Makes man as moody, sad and savage too;
Yet in his heart, like her, a passion holding,
  Unselfish, kind and true.

Therefore, while many turn with love and longing
  To wan lands lying on the grey North Sea,
To-day possessed by other mem'ries thronging
  We turn, wild West, to thee!

23rd December, 1891.

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