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It is stated that a shepherd who had for many years grazed his flocks in	A
a district in which a rich tin mining town in Queensland now stands went	B
mad on learning of the great discoveries made there	C
Just to miss it by a hair's breadth Nay not miss it To have held it	D
In my hand and ofttimes through my fingers run the swarthy ore	E
Minus only the poor trick of Art or Science that compelled it	D
To unveil for others' good the hidden value and to pour	E
On a thousand hearts the light of Hope that shines for me no more	E
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To have held it in my hand in vacant listlessness of wonder	F
Taken with its dusky lustre all incurious of its worth	G
To have trod for years upon it I above and Fortune under	F
To have scattered it a thousand times like seed upon the earth	G
Who shall say I am not justified who curse my day of birth	G
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To have built my hovel o'er it to have dreamed above it nightly	H
Pillowed on the weal of thousand lives and dead unto my own	I
Planning paltry profits wrung from year long toil and holding lightly	H
What lay acres wide around me naked bright or grass o'ergrown	I
Holding lightly and for that I curse no not myself alone	I
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For a youth made vain with riot for the golden graces squandered	J
Home forsaken dear ones alienated Love itself aggrieved	K
I had sworn a full atonement to the ends of earth had wandered	J
Drunk the dregs of expiation unbelauded unperceived	J
Heav'n alone beheld and mocks me with what might have been achieved	J
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All the cold suspicion of the world I took for my demerit	J
Its deceit my retribution its malignity my meed	J
When Misfortune smote unmurmuring I bowed my head to bear it	J
Driven to minister to brutes in my extremity of need	J
Who shall say now it delights not Heaven to break the bruised reed	J
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In the round of conscious being from the rising to the setting	L
Of Thine imaged self Thy merciless unsympathizing Sun	I
Was there one from hard Disaster's hand so piteously shrinking	L
Whom this boon had more advantaged God I ask Thee was there one	I
In Thy passionless immunity Thou knowest there was none	I
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To the wrongs the world hath wrought me to its coldness and disfavour	F
To the wreck of every venture to enduring unsuccess	M
To the sweat of cheerless toil the bread made bitter with the savour	F
Of the leaven of regret and tears of unforgetfulness	M
Hadst Thou need to add Thy mockery to perfect my distress	M
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For I hold it cruel mockery in man or God or devil	N
To assign the poor his blindfold lot from weary day to day	J
In the very lap of Affluence on Fortune's highest level	N
Then upon the brink of revelation trick his steps away	J
And flash the truth upon him when the chance is gone for aye	O
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I had soothed repulse with hope matched disappointment with defiance	M
Or opposed a pliant meekness to the driving storms of Fate	J
But the merely coming short Oh what remedial appliance	M
What demeanour of resistance shall have virtue to abate	J
The nameless woe that trembles in the echo of Too Late	J
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Oh the might have been the might have been the sting of it the madness	M
What a wave of the Inexorable chokes my fitful breath	P
What a rush of olden echoes voiced with manysounding sadness	M
What a throng of new despairs that drive me down the path of death	P
Who is there in heaven who careth Who on earth who comforteth	P
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They on earth but seek their own In eager crowds they hasten thither	F
Where I trod so late unconscious on futurities untold	J
And I I whose all is gone The curse of desolation wither	F
Whom Myself who year worn turn again unto the sin of old	J
Or the fiends who sold me poison for my little all of gold	J
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Both All men Yea Heaven But chiefly those who prosper where I languished	J
Those who reap the ripe occasion where in many a wandering line	I
The old traces of my footsteps worn in fevered moods and anguished	J
Now are paths of rich expectancy for other feet than mine	I
Can I breathe without upbraiding Shall I die without a sign	I
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It was mine Is mine by Heaven Consecrated to me only	H
By the sacred right of service by the pledge of weary years	M
By the bond of silent witness by communion dumb and lonely	H
By the seal of many sorrows by the sacrament of tears	M
Mine The echoes laugh and fiends of hell are answering with jeers	M
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Where am I and who are these Nay nay Unhand me Let me go sirs	M
I am very very rich I've miles on miles of priceless ore	F
I will make your fortunes all of you and I would have you know sirs	M
There is not a single sheep amissing Loose me I implore	F
It is only sleep that ails me let me sleep for evermore	F

James Brunton Stephens

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