The Old Kit Bag [poem by E. J. Brady]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bush-land Ballads (1910).] The Old Kit Bag Its musty old leather smells sweeter to me Than attar of roses, or afternoon tea; Its mottled skin, showing the wear o’ the weather, Brings back the long trails that we travelled together; The battered old Kit with […]

Australia First [poem by E. J. Brady]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bush-land Ballads (1910).] Australia First She holds no urnéd dust in fee. She claims no classic age; Her Past is volumed not in stone, nor scribed on parchment page; No feudal fortress fronts her peace; nor, through her written years Hath flag of friend or […]

Brown Eyes [poem by E. J. Brady]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bush-land Ballads (1910).] Brown Eyes This is the ballad of Brown Eyes, sung by a Man of Sin, Saved from the Slough of Despond his soul hath wallowed in. * * * She dwelled with her great-limbed clansmen; I was a stranger there. I bore […]

Land of Mine [poem by E. J. Brady]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bush-land Ballads (1910).] Land of Mine The Deutscher sings his Rhineland; The Frenchman boasts a vine land; But South there lies a fine land, A Roses-Love-and-Wineland — Australia, land o’ mine. * * * Now have ye seen the green palms Along her Nor’ward strand? […]

The Lake [poem by E. J. Brady]

[Editor: This poem by E. J. Brady was published in Bush-land Ballads (1910).] The Lake Its call is Peace — deep sylvan rest, Unbroken, save by chords The Mozart touch of Nature, best In low, harmonic words Of Music, draws from bough and breast Of tuneful trees and birds. Through silvern Morns and golden Noons […]