. Selected poems; . work in the town was slack—The traveller never got hands in wool, though he tramped for a year Out Back. In stifling noons when his back was wrung by its load, and the air seemed the water warmed in the bag that hung to his aching arm like in times of flood, when plains were seas, and the scrubs were cold and black,He ploughed in mud to his trembling knees, and paid for his sins Out Back. He blamed himself in the year Too Late, for the wreck of his strong young life,And no one knew but a shearing mate twas the fault of his faithless the wrongs of
. Selected poems; . work in the town was slack—The traveller never got hands in wool, though he tramped for a year Out Back. In stifling noons when his back was wrung by its load, and the air seemed the water warmed in the bag that hung to his aching arm like in times of flood, when plains were seas, and the scrubs were cold and black,He ploughed in mud to his trembling knees, and paid for his sins Out Back. He blamed himself in the year Too Late, for the wreck of his strong young life,And no one knew but a shearing mate twas the fault of his faithless the wrongs of your kindred bid you roam, and treacherous tongues is best that a man be far from home, and dead to the world, Out Back. And dirty and careless and old he wore, as his lamp of hopegrew dim; He tramped for years till the swag he bore seemed part of him-self to him. As a bullock drags in the sandy ruts, he followed the drearytrack. With never a thought but to reach the huts when the sun wentdown Out
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