Poems by Mary Hannay Foott
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The parting of King David and Barzillai the Gileadite after the revolt of Absolam.
The coup d’etat is blotted out
Thou wast hard pressed, yet God concealed this thing
Above our dear Romancer’s dust
A fringe of rushes, one green line
Devotion! When thy name is named,
A bridle-path in the tangled mallee,
A vision of a savage land,
“The river of God is full of water.”
His silent spirit from the place
A blue line to the westward that surely is not cloud;
Condè had come with us all the way,
She heard the story of the end,
O happy day, with seven-fold blessings set
With supple boughs and new-born leaflets crowned,
A radiance in the midnight sky
’Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain,
“And the birds of the air have nests.”
The Fate Of Bass1 - (A Fancy)
Sing us the Land of the Southern Sea,
I. Thanksgiving.
The sunlight from the sky is swept,
Australasian, 2nd October, 1880
My youth was passing, Sire, whilst you among
Mother of Him we call the Christ,
“The white Julienne remains the flower of Marie Antoinette.”
Into Thy hands let me fall, O Lord,
Midnight, musical and splendid,
’Tis a new thing for Australia that the waters to her bear
The unexplored parts of Australia are sometimes spoken of by the bushmen of Western Queensland as the home of the pelican, a bird whose resting place, so far as the writer knows, is seldom, if ever, found.