City Bushman
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went,
[Aug. -- 1892]

Eurunderee
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not,
[Aug. -- 1891]

Mount Bukaroo
Only one old post is standing --
[Dec. -- 1889]

The Fire at Ross's Farm
The squatter saw his pastures wide
[Apr. -- 1891]

The Teams
A cloud of dust on the long white road,
[Dec. -- 1889]

Cameron's Heart
The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came,
[July -- 1891]

The Shame of Going Back
When you've come to make a fortune and you haven't made your salt,
[Oct. -- 1891]

Since Then
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day --
[Nov. -- 1895]

Peter Anderson and Co.
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago,
[Aug. -- 1895]

When the Children Come Home
On a lonely selection far out in the West
[Dec. -- 1890]

Dan, the Wreck
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking,

A Prouder Man Than You
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine,
[June -- 1892]

The Song and the Sigh
The creek went down with a broken song,
[Mar. -- 1889]

The Cambaroora Star
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new
[Dec. -- 1891]

After All
The brooding ghosts of Australian night
have gone from the bush and town;

Marshall's Mate
You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn --
[July -- 1895]

The Poets of the Tomb
The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead,
[Oct. -- 1892]

Australian Bards and Bush Reviewers
While you use your best endeavour to immortalise in verse
[Feb. -- 1894]

The Ghost
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide,
[Aug. -- 1889]

IN THE DAYS WHEN THE WORLD WAS WIDE AND OTHER VERSES

In the Days When the World was Wide

The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow,
For little is new where the crowds resort, and less where the wanderers go;
Greater, or smaller, the same old things we see by the dull road-side --
And tired of all is the spirit that sings
of the days when the world was wide.

When the North was hale in the march of Time,
and the South and the West were new,
And the gorgeous East was a pantomime, as it seemed in our boyhood's view;
When Spain was first on the waves of change,
and proud in the ranks of pride,