Race & Religion
Early Queensland was a predominantly Christian place, and spiritual themes are evident in many of the finest poems of the period. Issues of race are also prominent, but sadly the Christian spirit does not always find its way to these poems.
Please click on the poem titles below to read about race and religion through the eyes of early Queensland poets.
A Peace Vesper
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
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...
Little Boy Ke
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...
Praise for little things
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...
The Camp of the Dark Brigade
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,...
The Dark Stranger
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...
The Lord in the Wind
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 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
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...