E. J. Bowling, 1888
Newcastle Morning Herald & Miners' Advocate
Tuesday 1 May 1888, page 2
Oh! Let me sing, fair lake of thee,
Enshrined amid thy forests green,
The sunlight on thy waters free,
The snow-white sail, the verdure, green.
Ive seen Loch Levens storied isle,
And bathed in Devons crystal tide;
Ive basked in famed Killarneys smile,
And played the reel by Ennis side.
But oh! For wild untrammelled grace,
For gorgeous nature vast and grand,
All other scenes to thee give place
In this fair isle or distant land.
Behold I the virgin forests lower
In savage gloom upon thy shore,
While fancy fills each hidden bower
With dusky tribes they screened of yore.
The shadows of a hundred hills
Die deep in thy reflecting waves;
The tinklings of a hundred rills
Resound among thy rocky caves.
I feel a mystic sense of awe
When evening fiinds me by this shore;
The solitude no murmurs thaw -
Its home is here for evermore.
What fairy isles! What sheltered bays!
What golden gleams of shining sand!
A wild abandon meets thy gaze,
And fills the soul with rapture grand.
Alone! Alone! No mortal near -
What ecstasy to feel that thrill!
No voice, save Natures, greets the ear;
How calm the lake, the trees how still.
Fair queen of Australs waters, hail!
I greet thee with a poets joy;
I sing the praise of each soft gale
That meets thy breast in rapture coy.
I love thee that no human hand
Has yet effaced thy first-born hues;
Thy scenes are Natures, wild and grand;
Thy charms the world cannot refuse.
E.J Bowling. Dora Creek, April 19, 1888
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