The Bushrangers: A play in five acts

And other poems


Charles Harpur

HOW beautiful that earliest burst of light
    Which floodeth from the opening eyes of morn,
When like a fairy palace dew-bedight
    Bough storying over bough upspreads the thorn,
    And sweet the melodies which tow’rd the corn
In tassel, or the orchard these invite,
And that most love-like ever fresh delight
    Which breathes of many a bloomy thing new born—
    Breathes from vine clumps in the moist dells appearing,
Rich meads and river banks. And cheering then
    The voice of cattle to their pasture steering,
And the full speech of fieldward hastening men!—
My very boyhood seems renew’d again
    ’Mid these delights like a delight careering!

The Bushrangers - Contents

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