The Bard's Triumph

Henry Lawson, 1908

      You may call it inspiration,
      you may call it what you like;
      But my audience is a nation,
      and I strike, strike, strike!

      Oh I knew that they were coming,
      but I longed for days like these,
      With my theatre Australia
      and my fingers on the keys!

      You may call it sheer madness,
      or a freak of mind and pen;
      But the theatre is psychic
      and the keys strike hearts of men —

      I shall sing through generations
      with my fingers on the keys,
      Till the crudest lines I've written
      are untrammelled melodies.