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Ode To The Time-Gun Of Gurrumbad |
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Title: Ode To The Time-Gun Of Gurrumbad Author: John Kendall [More Titles by Kendall] [Time-guns are of invariable pattern and extreme antiquity. Other species come and go; their ancestor remains always. One is to be found in each cantonment: he generally occupies a position of unsheltered and pathetic loneliness in a corner of the local parade-ground. The writer has never seen one herded in the Gun-park with his kind.] Thy power the little children mock; (Saving when THOMAS' deep employ Thy kindred of a mushroom 'Mark,' Their little toils with leisure crowned, Yet many love thee. Though his clutch For him that braves the midday fare So, when athwart the glooming flats Then courage! Guns may come and go, [The end] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |