2 Quotes by A.B. Paterson

And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended, And at night the wond’rous glory of the everlasting stars.

He was hard and tough and wiry - just the sort that won't say die -There was courage in his quick impatient tread;And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye,And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.