"Thou knowest now," said he:
"I am the Angel of the Dawn!
Ride back, and wait for me."

So I rode back at morning light,
And there, beside my bed,
Fear had become a lily white
And Pain a rose of red.




Alice Werner.



Bannerman of the Dandenong


I rode through the Bush in the burning noon,
Over the hills to my bride, --
The track was rough and the way was long,
And Bannerman of the Dandenong,
He rode along by my side.

A day's march off my Beautiful dwelt,
By the Murray streams in the West; --
Lightly lilting a gay love-song
Rode Bannerman of the Dandenong,
With a blood-red rose on his breast.