Southern garland . er he came to Tasmania, andafter employment at schools in Hobart entered the Congregationalministry. He is now^ principal of Queens College, Latrobe, booklet of his verses, published in 1896 by The Hobart SMercury,is basis of the present collection. James Hebblethwaites verses are the poetical expression of agentle scholars soul. From the fever of our time he is healed bythe books he befriends ; and in his lappel of regret he wears, not asnowdrop, but a rose. Loving Nature with the pious delight ofIzaak Walton, he writes of God with the simple devotion of GeorgeHerbert
Southern garland . er he came to Tasmania, andafter employment at schools in Hobart entered the Congregationalministry. He is now^ principal of Queens College, Latrobe, booklet of his verses, published in 1896 by The Hobart SMercury,is basis of the present collection. James Hebblethwaites verses are the poetical expression of agentle scholars soul. From the fever of our time he is healed bythe books he befriends ; and in his lappel of regret he wears, not asnowdrop, but a rose. Loving Nature with the pious delight ofIzaak Walton, he writes of God with the simple devotion of GeorgeHerbert. His doubts are too dim for utterance, but he voices hopetoo faint for endeavour. Shadowed with melancholy, he breatherquiet joy. , ^ THE CIRCLING HEARTHS Cbc Bulletin TTT. The Circling HearthsRoderic ^inn^^ 0- Sydney, 1901: the Bulletin newspaper Co., Ltd. With the exception of A Caress, which appeared in The AustralianMagazine, these verses were first printed in The Bulletin. TO THE COMMONWEALTH. THE CIRCLING HEARTHS. Chc Circling Y Countrymen, though we are young as yet fiCarthS. With little history, nought to showOf lives enleagued against a foreign foe,Torn flags and triumph, glory or regret;Still some things make our kinship sweeJ,Some deeds inglorious but of royal worth,As when with tireless arms and toiling fcilWe felled the tree and tilled the earth, T is no great way that we have travelled since Our feet first shook the storied dust Of England from them, when with love and trust In one another, and large confidence In God above, our w^ays were taen Neath alien skies—each keeping step in mind And soul and purpose to one trumpet strain, One urging music on the wind : Yet tears of ours have wet the dust, have wooedSome subtle green things from the ground—Like violets—only violets never woundSuch tendrils round the heart: the solitudeHas seen young hearts with love entwine ;And many gentle friends gone down to deathHave mingled with the dust, and m
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