Page:Moyarra- An Australian Legend in Two Cantos, 1891.djvu/26

 The heart accords to nature's soul Of which it beats a fervent pulse That time nor danger can convulse. And if there be a dull alloy To dim the gushing of our joy It is that we must turn again To smile, to weep, to herd with men Who, swayed by passions which they share With brutes by nature, day by day, Contented, hug their bonds of clay; Their sordid chains still let them wear; Be ours the bliss; their punishment Companion with their crime is sent; To see, and not to feel such joy May well avenge their apathy. Ideal dreams of days gone by Illume our night of lethargy, And quelling dull mortality Float o'er the enraptured brain. When those bright spirits ranked on high Whose beaming effluence gems the sky A mortal penance doomed to try Adorned this world of pain: The fame to which they dared aspire