IT IS well when you-ve lived in clover,
To mourn for the days gone by-
Would I live the same life over
Could I live again? Not I!
But, knowing the false from the real,
I would strive to ascend:
I would seek out my boyhood-s ideal,
And follow it to the end.

(C) Henry Lawson
04/02/2017


Best Poems of Henry Lawson

• Cinderella
• Corny Bill
• The Pink Carnation
• The Teams
• Cromwell
• The Country Girl
• The Rebel
• The Wattle
• Poverty
• That Pretty Girl In The Army
• Sez You
• Sweeney
• The Gathering Of The Brown-eyed
• The Paroo
• Next Door
• The Cliffs
• Victory
• The Vote Of Thanks Debate
• Knocked Up