| Below And On Top Contributor(s): Dyson, Edward (Author) |
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ISBN: 1406720100 ISBN-13: 9781406720105 Publisher: Giniger Press OUR PRICE: $23.74 Product Type: Paperback Published: October 2007 |
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| BISAC Categories: - Literary Collections |
| Physical Information: 0.79" H x 5.5" W x 8.5" (0.99 lbs) 356 pages |
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| Publisher Description: PREFACE. MANY of the stories contained in this book were originally published in the columns of The Bulletin Sydney others first saw light in the pages of Melbourne Argus, Punch, and The Antipodean and Cosmos. To the proprietors of these publications I am grateful for permission to republish the stories. The initial story, Below and On Top, isnow printed for the first time. For the privilege of using Mr. Phil Mays illustra- tions I am indebted to the kindness of the proprietors of The Bulletin. These drawings were made as far back as 1888, and have been reproduced from prints. HAPPY he in whom the honest love of fair endeavour lingers, Who has strength to do his labour, and has pride to do it well, Carve he gems of purest water with an artists cunning fingers, Hew the granite, forge the beam, or make a simple tale to tell. His to feel a glow ecstatic of the mighty exultation That arose when out of chaos all the wheeling planets stood. Since when God beheld the wonder, saw the stir of His creation In the busy scheme of heaven, and He said that it was good, Never man has made with willing hands some thing of true intention Gut in bone a strange, rude picture to inspire the naked hordes, Or contrived a subtle engine with laborious invention But has entered straight and freely to the joy that wot tlie Lords. Those so blessed have with them solace, balm to still the ache of sorrow, One companion who will cleave when friends and kindred turn away But a jealous mistress is she, and be sure again to-morrow She will draw you back repentant if ye wanderfar to-day. Few there are that know the ardour. Some are weaving songs of beauty, Some have harped the living music, some have built with noblestskill, Some are simple men exulting in the mailers primal duty, When they swing their axes high or ring the hammer on the drill. Not to all that love is given art, the clear, unfailing vision, Not power to carve the perfect form, the bravest lances hurled, But the humblest hand sincere desire has quickened to decision Beats a line of grace eternal in the metal of the world. Men have prayed for many blessings, for the boon of ease have ever Plagued the God that drave out Adam to the tilling of the soil Speak a prayer of honest effort to the God of deavour Vast En- Givefor each his toil, Lord -for each the pride and joy of toil |