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Entry type: Book Call Number: 1342 AW Barcode: 31290030400733
  • Publication Date

    1915

  • Place of Publication

    Melbourne

  • Book-plate

    Yes

  • Edition

    First

  • Number of Pages

    77 - 111

  • Publication Info

    magazine

Copy specific notes

Magazine is edited extensively throughout with alterations, presumably for the purpose of future editions. Most notably a change is made to editor from “A. Deans to R.G. Menzies”. Also includes poems “To a Mountain” by Robert Gordon Menzies [pp. 101 – 102] and “August” [p. 106].

[p. 101] “To A Mountain.

Clothed in thy mantle of mist, O mountain
unchanged and eternal,
Calm are the days and serene on that brow
where the clouds are asleep;
What though the tempest may gather, to garb
thee in grandeur supernal-
All undisturbed thou remainest, thy infinite
vigil to keep!

Speaks the loud angel of death, with its
trumpet-tongued summons sonorous;
Terror has monarchy strange on the land
and the sky and the sea;
Voices there are of destruction that blend in
in their hideous chorus,
Winds bringing echoes of death, and the
Whirlwinds of hatred to be!

[p. 102] Ah! but profound is thy rest as imperial rule
thou art keeping,
Laden with secret and song from the chaos
of worlds long ago,
Bearing, deep down in thy dells and thy
ravines with waterfalls leaping,
Passionless strength in thy soul, but a
slumbering fury below.

Temple of gods and of power, a citadel grand,
yet a gladness
Flushes with gold on thy rocks as the day
lingers out to a close;
Glowing with russet and red through the mists
that would hide thee in sadness,
Bidding farewell to the glory and gleam of
the sun as it goes.
– R.G.M.”

[P. 106] “August.

Winter, yet dawning Spring; the wet green world
Lingers awhile to hear the fluttered wings
Of storm throughout its skies; the clouds unfurled
In grand confusion, and the mutterings
Of tempest, where in awful vortex whirled,
The aery phantoms tell of mighty things
(Till fair September, with her flowers impearled,
Enters with tripping feet and voice that sings)
The clamant messengers of winter are!
Yet, see, the gloom has passed; the sky’s fresh blue
Looks on a world that smiles and nods afar
In the warm sun; the sparkling valleys woo
Their guardian hills with coronets of light,
And all creation dances at the sight!
– R. G. M”

Also contains “An Evergreen Topic.” [pp. 107 – 109].

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