When I get there once I told myself ,
The fight will be over.

But when I got there, to my amazement,
The fight was not over ...
And I see now it will never be over, even in death.

Of course we've all heard the relentless,
And British born words:
" The land where bright flowers are scentless,
And songless bright birds. "
But there ne'er was enclosed in a bottle
Of cut glass, nor sung to a king,
A scent like the scent of the wattle,
Or a song like the bell bird can sing.

Fine buildings in the fragrant forest face the tall pavilions,
The beauty of her newly made-up face could bring down a city wall.
In the light from the door she composes herself, hesitates a moment,
Comes out from the curtains, controls her feelings, welcomes me with a smile.
The bewitching beauty of her face is like a dew-filled flower,
The moving light from the jade tree shines on the back-garden.

I'll always love you
However long we're parted.
Where is my love? Under distant skies pining
My heavy heart does not know where to look for you
On jade steps the moon's twilight glimmer
Through filmy drapes the wind's nighttime blowing.
Constantly longing for you I cannot sleep,
I sit and stare at Sky River's motion.

Here's the dark-haired, dark-eyed mother —
And the children strong and tanned —
And, my long time bardic brother,
Here's my heart and waits my hand.
By the sunny grass and shady
Where your fishing nets are spread,
Here's a health to E. J. Brady —
Here's a blessing to you, Ted.

Breast of earth, with all these sea-worn stones,
Tumbled together, grey, purple and brown, red and green and white,
What beauty within you ...

Upon seeing Mrs . WORLEY at Bath , in the Character of Mrs . O AKLEY , in the Jealous Wife.

Churchill, with never-dying Praise,
Has stamp'd a P RITCHARD'S Fame;
Had we his Genius still to boast,
He'd join a W ORLEY'S Name.

FOR MRS. M —

Toward the dark gate we saw her slowly glide,
The angel Patience moving at her side;
The noiseless portal opened, and the light
A moment gleamed, then left us in the night,
Where still we sit beside her sacred urn,
Praying the angel Patience to return.

Upon sending a Present of Tea into the Country, bought at the Grass-hopper, in Gracechurch-Street.

Accept the Grass-hopper Contents,
I hope you'll find 'em good;
When done, expect a fresh Supply
From Poet Underwood .

Upon seeing Mr . MORRIS, for the first Time, in the
Character of G ILES in the Maid of the Mill.

Tho' Johnny B EARD has quitted Stage,
His Loss we cannot rue;
Since ev'ry Eye with Pleasure owns
His Giles reviv'd in Y OU .