Let me slumber in the hollow where the wattle blossoms wave, With never stone or rail to fence my bed; Should the sturdy station children pull the bu… - Adam Lindsay Gordon

Question not, but live and labour Till yon goal be won, Helping every feeble neighbour, Seeking help from none; Life is mostly froth and bubble; Two things stand like stone, Kindness in another's trouble, Courage in your own.

He never gave me a chance to speak, And he call’d her—worse than a dog—
The girl stood up with a crimson cheek, And I fell’d him there like a log.I can feel the blow on my knuckles yet— He feels it more on his brow.
In a thousand years we shall all forget The things that trouble us now.

Onward onward! must we travel? When will come the goal? Riddle I may not unravel, Cease to vex my soul.