by Thomas G Rabbets    (Written specially for the commemoration of Peace, 1919.) For all that makes life fair We give Thee grateful praise; For Peace at...

A QUEENSLAND BALLAD                         By George Vowles    [The origin of this ballad is this: A Scottish gentleman, who had resided in Australia for many years, revisited...

                             By Kathleen Watson  When all the world awoke, I remembered we were happy, how tenderly you spoke;I remembered every word you ever said-I remembered you...

by Arthur Wade    This is the tale of the little boy Ke, Born in Papua where, perhaps you've heard say, The cannibals live on just one meal a day....

  by Garry Lyle      Squats the old man age crippled by the town’s edge, bush-longing town-hatred  defeat in his eyes,  defeat and a death-wish.  Immobile he...

by James Devaney    The tufted gums along the rise Stand black against the evening skies. And in the red west sombreing As daylight dies, A simple...

 by Paul L. Grano    Lord in the Sacrament, forgive me, who am for ever asking, ever taking, and hear my song of praise this day in making.   I praise You,...

by Emily Bulcock    All day soft rain have wrapt the city round In misty cloak with soothing in each fold, Halted Life's pageant; softened each harsh...

by 'Scotia'    MANY a mile, many a mile,Westward and northward, All 'neath the gum-tree boughs Camped the Six Hundred, Where white man never strayed,...

by Paula Fitzgerald    Who can it be who walks by the river? Walks by the river at close of the day? He does not speak, but I hear a voice calling, Calling...

by James Picot    Worship the Lord, the God of wild cold kind, Water and wind, Motionless trees, And a change, and cries and silences. The woods shake off...

by Colin Bingham    THIRTEEN A storm came o'er the hills to-day, And broke in sweeping rain and crashing hail; The great earth shook, and in dismay We...

by Albert Bayldon   Far away in the coral sea-isles  That glisten like gems in the sea; Where a tropical sun ever smiles On groves of the cocoa-nut...

by Mary Hannay Foott    Into Thy hands let me fall, O Lord – Not into the hands of men – And she thinned the ranks of the savage horde Till they shrunk to...

  Wanted a husband,--there's plenty, 'tis said, All through the district, who wish to get wed; Dark men and fair men, and little and tall-- Some with...