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The rising moon on the peaks was blending	A
Her silver light with the sunset glow	B
When a swagman came as the day was ending	A
Along a path that he seemed to know	B
But all the fences were gone or going	A
The hand of ruin was everywhere	C
The creek unchecked in its course was flowing	A
For none of the old clay dam was there	C
Here Time had been with his swiftest changes	D
And husbandry had westward flown	E
The cattle tracks in the rugged ranges	D
Were long ago with the scrub o ergrown	E
It must have needed long years to soften	E
The road that as hard as rock had been	E
The mountain path he had trod so often	E
Lay hidden now with a carpet green	E
	-
He thought at times from the mountain courses	D
He heard the sound of a bullock bell	F
The distant gallop of stockmen s horses	D
The stockwhip s crack that he knew so well	F
But these were sounds of his memory only	G
And they were gone from the flat and hill	H
For when he listened the place was lonely	G
The range was dumb and the bush was still	H
	-
The swagman paused by the gap and faltered	I
For down the gully he feared to go	B
The scene in memory never altered	I
The scene before him had altered so	B
But hope is strong and his heart grew bolder	J
And over his sorrows he raised his head	K
He turned his swag to the other shoulder	J
And plodded on with a firmer tread	K
	-
Ah hope is always the keenest hearer	J
And fancies much when assailed by fear	L
The swagman thought as the farm drew nearer	J
He heard the sounds that he used to hear	M
His weary heart for a moment bounded	N
For a moment brief he forgot his dread	K
For plainly still in his memory sounded	N
The welcome bark of a dog long dead	K
	-
A few steps more and his face grew ghostly	G
Then white as death in the twilight grey	O
Deserted wholly and ruined mostly	G
The Old Selection before him lay	O
Like startled spectres that paused and listened	P
The few white posts of the stockyard stood	Q
And seemed to move as the moonlight glistened	P
And paled again on the whitened wood	Q
	-
And thus he came from a life long banished	R
To other lands and of peace bereft	S
To find the farm and the homestead vanished	R
And only the old stone chimney left	S
The field his father had cleared and gardened	P
Was overgrown with saplings now	E
The rain had set and the drought had hardened	P
The furrows made by a vanished plough	E
	-
And this and this was the longed for haven	E
Where he might rest from a life of woe	B
He read a name on the mantel graven	E
The name was his ere he stained it so	B
And so remorse on my care encroaches	T
I have not suffered enough he said	K
That name is pregnant with deep reproaches	T
The past won t bury dishonoured dead	K
	-
Ah now he knew it was long years after	J
And felt how swiftly a long year speeds	T
The hardwood post and the beam and rafter	J
Had rotted long in the tangled weeds	T
He found that time had for years been sowing	A
The coarse wild scrub on the homestead path	U
And saw young trees by the chimney growing	A
And mountain ferns on the wide stone hearth	V
	-
He wildly thought of the evil courses	T
That brought disgrace on his father s name	W
The escort robbed and the stolen horses	T
The felon s dock with its lasting shame	W
Ah God Ah God is there then no pardon	E
He cried in a voice that was strained and hoarse	T
He fell on the weeds that were once a garden	E
And sobbed aloud in his great remorse	T
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But grief must end and his heart ceased aching	A
When pitying sleep to his eye lids crept	X
And home and friends who were lost in waking	A
They all came back while the stockman slept	X
And when he woke on the empty morrow	B
The pain at his heart was a deadened pain	E
And bravely bearing his load of sorrow	B
He wandered back to the world again	E

Henry Lawson

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