[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bells and Hobbles (1911).] The Western Road. My camp was by the Western Road — so new and yet so old — The track the bearded diggers trod in roaring days of old; The road Macquarie and his wife, a hundred years ago, With warlike […]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bells and Hobbles (1911).] Comrades. Comrade mine, beyond the Shadow, Lies our Land of Eldorado, Lies our Aidenn fair and free; All the wide Australia’s glory, All her nature-song and story, Shall belong to you and me. Gypsy twain, across the Ranges We shall see […]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bells and Hobbles (1911).] The Doers. They gathered on the strand, with a hatchet in the hand — And the same was made of stone — They pointed mammoth spears at the Puzzle of the Years In the primal dusk alone. They took the hollowed […]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bells and Hobbles (1911).] On Sand. An ebb-tide, falling, bared the white, Hard beach; where, in the sun, I walked betimes, in mood to write Of all my knowledge won, From life and death, one song which might At least be finely done. The sun, […]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bells and Hobbles (1911).] The Bushland Call. To-night, dear heart, I hear the Call, The Call that never leaves me. The old Bush lullabies and all The song that glads, yet grieves me. In bitter joy, in pleasant woe, The wanderlust doth find me. To […]