From The Back of Beyond.

New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, 1 May 1901, Page 578

From The Back of Beyond.

Far away ! Far away ! Love, under tby feet, At the back of the world, I mutely lie, Where your night is our day ; Where my sick eyes meet I am torn, I am hurled An alien sky, To Antipodes, Where summer is cold, Where the very trees Where we dream but of gold — Are clad in gray. Far away ! Far from thee, Far from thee ! Far away ! Yet this sky is blue, Ah, blue as thine eyes, And I never view These southern skies But I say " One Heaven Is to mortals given, Whose blessed name Is the very same For thee and me ! So near to thee, - • - • Aye, near to thee!" Thomas Const able