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All is well in a prison to night and the warders are crying All s Well	A
I must speak for the sake of my heart if it s but to the walls of my cell	A
For what does it matter to me if to morrow I go where I will	B
I m as free as I ever shall be there is naught in my life to fulfil	B
I am free I am haunted no more by the question that tortured my brain	C
Are you sane of a people gone mad or mad in a world that is sane	C
I have had time to rest and to pray and my reason no longer is vext	D
By the spirit that hangs you one day and would hail you as martyr the next	D
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Are the fields of my fancy less fair through a window that s narrowed and barred	D
Are the morning stars dimmed by the glare of the gas light that flares in the yard	D
No And what does it matter to me if to morrow I sail from the land	D
I am free as I never was free I exult in my loneliness grand	D
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Be a saint and a saviour of men be a Christ and they ll slander and rail	B
Only Crime s understood in the world and a man is respected in gaol	B
But I find in my raving a balm in the worst that has come to the worst	D
Let me think of it all I grow calm let me think it all out from the first	D
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Beyond the horizon of Self do the walls of my prison retreat	D
And I stand in a gap of the hills with the scene of my life at my feet	D
The range to the west and the Peak and the marsh where the dark ridges end	D
And the spurs running down to the Creek and the she oaks that sigh in the bend	D
The hints of the river below and away on the azure and green	E
The old goldfield of Specimen Flat and the township a blotch on the scene	E
The store the hotels and the bank and the gaol and the people who come	F
With the weatherboard box and the tank the Australian idea of home	G
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The scribe spirit broken the wreck in his might have been or shame	H
The townsman respected or worthy the workman respectful and tame	H
The boss of the pub with his fine sense of honour grown moral and stout	D
Like the spielers who came with the line on the cheques that were made farther out	D
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The clever young churchman despised by the swaggering popular man	I
The doctor with hands clasped behind and bowed head as if under a ban	I
The one man with the brains with the power to lead unsuspected and dumb	F
Whom Fate sets apart for the Hour the man for the hour that might come	F
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The old local liar whose story was ancient when Egypt was young	J
And the gossip who hangs on the fence and poisons God s world with her tongue	J
The haggard bush mother who d nag though a husband or child be divine	K
And who takes a fierce joy in a rag of the clothes on the newcomer s line	K
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And a lad with a cloud on his heart who was lost in a world vague and dim	L
No one dreamed as he drifted apart that twas genius the matter with him	L
Who was doomed in that ignorant hole to its spiritless level to sink	M
Till the iron had entered his soul and his brain found a refuge in drink	M
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Perhaps I was bitter because of the tongues of disgrace in the town	N
Of a boy nature misunderstood and its nobler ambitions sneered	D
Of the sense of injustice that stings till it ends in the creed of the push	O
I was born in that shadow that clings to the old gully homes in the bush	O
And I was ambitious Perhaps as a boy I could see things too plain	C
How I wished I could write of the truths of the visions that haunted my brain	C
Of the bush buried toiler denied e en the last loving comforts of all	B
Of my father who slaved till he died in the scrub by his wedges and maul	B
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Twenty years and from daylight till dark twenty years it was split fence and grub	P
And the end was a tumble down hut and a bare dusty patch in the scrub	P
Twas the first time he d rested they said but the knit in his forehead was deep	Q
And to me the scarred hands of the dead seemed to work as I d seen them in sleep	Q
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And the mother who toiled by his side through hardship and trouble and drought	D
And who fought for the home when he died till her heart not her spirit wore out	D
I am shamed for Australia and haunted by the face of the haggard bush wife	R
She who fights her grim battle undaunted because she knows nothing of life	R
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By the barren track travelled by few men poor victims of commerce unknown	S
E en the troubles that woman tells woman she suffers unpitied alone	S
Heart dumbed and mind dulled and benighted Eve s beauty in girlhood destroyed	D
Till the wrongs never felt shall be righted and the peace never missed be enjoyed	D
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There was no one to understand me I was lonely and shy as a lad	D
Or I lived in a world that was wider than ours so of course I was mad	D
Who is not understood is a crank so I suffered the tortures of men	T
Doomed to think in the bush till I drank and went wrong I grew popular then	T
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There was Doctor Lebenski my friend and the friend too of all who were down	N
Clever gloomy and generous drunkard the pride and disgrace of the town	N
He had been through the glory and shame of a wild life by city and sea	U
And the tales of the land whence he came had a strong fascination for me	U
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And often in yarning or fancy when she oaks grew misty and dim	L
From the forest and straight for the camp of the Cossack I ve ridden with him	L
Ridden out in the dusk with a score ridden back ere the dawning with ten	T
Have struck at three kingdoms and Fate for the fair land of Poland again	T
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He d a sorrow that drink couldn t drown that his great heart was powerless to fight	D
And I gathered the threads twixt the long pregnant puffs of his last pipe at night	D
For he d say to me sadly Jack Drew then he d pause as to watch the smoke curl	B
If a good girl should love you be true though you die for it true to the girl	B
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A man may be false to his country a man may be false to his friend	D
Be a vagabond drunkard a spieler yet his soul may come right in the end	D
But there is no prayer no atonement no drink that can banish the shade	D
From your side if you ve one spark of manhood of a dead girl that you have betrayed	D
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One chance for a fortune we re told in the lives of the poorest of men	T
There s a chance for a heaven on earth that comes over and over again	T
Twas for Ruth the bank manager s niece that the wretched old goldfield grew fair	V
And she came like an angel of peace in an hour of revengeful despair	V
A girl as God made her and wise in a faith that was never estranged	D
From childhood neglected and wronged she had grown with her nature unchanged	D
And she came as an angel of Hope as I crouched on Eternity s brink	M
And the loaded revolver and rope were parts of the horrors of drink	M
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I was not to be trusted they said within sight of a cheque or a horse	W
And the worst that was said of my name all the gossips were glad to endorse	W
But she loved me she loved me And why Ask the she oaks that sighed in the bends	X
We had suffered alike she and I from the blindness of kinsfolk and friends	X
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A girlhood of hardship and care for she gave the great heart of a child	D
To a brother whose idol was Self and a brother good natured but wild	D
And a father who left her behind when he d suffered too much from the moan	S
Of a mother grown selfish and blind in her trouble twas always her own	S
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She was brave and she never complained for the hardships of youth that had driven	Y
My soul to the brink of perdition but strengthened the girl s faith in Heaven	Y
In the home that her relatives gave she was tortured each hour of her life	R
By her cruel dependence the slave of her aunt the bank manager s wife	R
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Does the world know how easy to lead and how hard to be driven are men	T
She was leading me back with her love to the faith of my childhood again	T
To my boyhood s neglected ideal to the hopes that were strangled at birth	Z
To the good and the truth of the real to	D

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