The Bushrangers: A play in five acts

And other poems

To My First Born


Charles Harpur

MY beautiful! For beautiful thou art
        To me thy father, as the morning light
        Which makes all common objects fresh and bright,
Yea gives them out of the dun void to start
        As they were newly fashion’d from the Night!
For long there was a darkness round my heart,
Until thy mother made her life a part
        Of mine, to pierce it with Love’s genial might—
The Aurora she and the young Morning thou
        Of a new era in my worldly way!
Whence it behoves me heedfully to plough
The future for thy sake and for the vow
        That I have made, to make thee (if I may)
        A Man right worthy of our Australia.

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