The Australian Fire
As those of empires long extinct
came war-horses none could predict ;
the grim herald of their coming,
Was the thundering of hooves running.
By the wind's hand of disfavor,
They were helped in what they came for.
The tears of women and children,
The fear, pains and loss that rose then
Was to them the sounds of sweet bells,
E'en as they made souls leave their shells.
Behind were ashes and smouldering,
And before, budding and blooming;
Yet the storm left most with nothing,
And its wake roared with sore mourning.