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Thick-Headed Thoughts Part 3

'Tis a wicked world we live in;

Wrong in reason, wrong in rhyme;

But no matter: we'll not give

While we still can come to time.

Strength's a shadow;

Hope is madness;

Love, delusion;

Friendship, sham;

Pleasure fades away to sadness,

None of these are worth a d---n.

There is naught on earth to please us;

All things at the crisis fail.

Friends desert us, bailiffs tease us--(To such foes we give leg-bail).

But a stout heart still maintaining,

Quells the ills we all must meet,

And a spirit fear

Lays our troubles at our feet.

So we'll ne'er surrender

To the ills that throng us fast.

If we must die, let's die gamely;

Luck may take a turn at last.

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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon (19 October 1833 – 24 June 1870) was an Australian poet, horseman, police officer and politician. He was the first Australia…

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