The Bushrangers: A play in five acts

And other poems


Charles Harpur

RISING and setting suns of Liberty—
    Mountainous exploits and the wrecks thick strewn
By stormy Passion o’er Life’s treacherous sea,
    Relieved with shores of green delight, and boon
    And starry dreams and the serene pale moon
Of Pathos,—these with all of which they be
Idealisms, are of Poesy
    The bodily temple into fitness hewn,
    And for its Soul, all that the mind can seize
Of beauty harmonising with the might
    Of natural ties and social sympathies
And that deep spirit of Piety whose flight
Is strongest and most heavenward ’mid the blight
    Of mortal misery—its Soul are these.

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