I know a little country place Where still my heart doth linger, And o'er its fields is every grace Lined out by memory's finger
Back from the lane where poplar grew And aspens quake and quiver, There stands all bath'd in summer's glow A farm ...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his run;
Selectors took the water up And all the black soil round;
The best grass-land the squatter had Was spoilt by Ross's Ground
An ancient saga tells us
In the beginning the First Cow (For nothing living yet had birth But Elemental Cow on earth) Began to lick cold stones and mud:
Under her warm tongue flesh and blood Blossomed, a miracle to believe: And so was Ad...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm
That everyone for miles could see
His lantern when he did his chores
In winter after half-past three.