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"Let me slumber in the hollow where the wattle
blossoms wave,
With never stone or rail to fence my bed:
Should the sturdy station children pull the bush
flowers on my grave,
I may chance to hear them romping overhead."

ADAM, LINDSAY GORDON - The Sick Stock Rider

"Life is mostly froth and bubble,
Two things stand like stone,
KINDNESS in another's trouble,
COURAGE in your own."

ADAM, LINDSAY GORDON - Ye Wearie Wayfarer