was forgotten in present delight.

'Tis true--of the hopes that were verdant that day
There is more than the half of them withered away:
'Tis true that emotions of temper'd regret,
Still live for the country we'll never forget;
But yet we are happy, since learning to love
The scenes that surround us--the skies are above,
We find ourselves bound, as it were by a spell,
In the clime we've adopted contented to dwell.

To My Brother, Basil E. Kendall

To-night the sea sends up a gulf-like sound,
And ancient rhymes are ringing in my head,
The many lilts of song we sang and said,
My friend and brother, when we journeyed round
Our haunts at Wollongong, that classic ground
For me at least, a lingerer deeply read
And steeped in beauty. Oft in trance I tread
Those shining shores, and hear your talk of Fame
With thought-flushed face and heart so well assured
(Beholding through the woodland's bright distress
The Moon half pillaged of her loveliness)
Of this wild dreamer: Had you but endured
A dubious dark, you might have won a name
With brighter bays than I can ever claim.

The Waterfall

The song of the water
Doomed ever to roam,
A beautiful exile,
Afar from its home.

The cliffs on the mountain,
The grand and the gray,
They took the bright creature
And hurled it away!

I heard the wild downfall,
And knew it must spill
A passionate heart out
All over the hill.

Oh! was it a daughter
Of sorrow and sin,
That they threw it so madly
Down into the lynn?

. . .

And listen, my Sister,
For this is the song
The Waterfall taught me
The ridges among:--

"Oh where are the shadows
So cool and so sweet
And the rocks," saith the water,
"With the moss on their feet?

"Oh, where are my playmates
The wind and the flowers--
The golden and purple--
Of honey-sweet bowers,

"Mine eyes have been blinded
Because of the sun;
And moaning and moaning
I listlessly run.

"These hills are so flinty!--
Ah! tell me, dark Earth,
What valley leads back to
The place of my birth?--

"What valley leads up to
The haunts where a child
Of the caverns I sported,
The free and the wild?

"There lift me,"--it crieth,
"I faint from the heat;
With a sob for the shadows
So cool an