Peace hath an altar there. The sounding feet
Of thunder and the wildering wings of rain
Against ...
- Henry Clarence Kendall
The world around is sleeping,
The stars are bright o'erhead,
The shades of myalls weeping
- Harry \'Breaker\' Harbord Morant
An angel stood beside the bed
Where lay the living and the dead.
He gave the mother -- her who d...
- Andrew Barton Paterson
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet,
And across the distant timber y...
- Henry Lawson

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