Voice of Conscience

Suddenly he starts, arising from the dead
The ghost of Yagan stands, without a head!
And thus addressed him in a guttural note,
His voice proceeding from this severed throat:
"Squatter! What brought thee here?
Did hapless woe, or vile ambition teach
Thy steps to rove? Or worse than these
The cursed love of gold, alike the idol of the young and old,
That crowns the sovereign, forms the noble star,
Gilds the child's gingerbread, and glittering far
Controls each circumstance of peace and war,
And adorns the trappings of the bold hussar,
Send thee, a sordid wanderer to a barren land
Of rock and stone, or iron-stone and sand?
On the Swan's banks shall rise no future home
Nor these light sands support one splendid dome,
On our rude mountains little else appears,
Than man, and wood, the native and his spears."

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.