[There's a Thought]

Henry Lawson, 1919

      Editor's note: This poem was placed at the end of the preface to The World of the Living Dead.

      There's a thought that sends a lump to my throat
      And cuts my heart lie a knife,
      'Tis the woman that waits at the prison gates —
      And the woman is not his wife.
      Not his wife nor his mother, or sweetheart,
      Nor his sister or daughter she;
      But only a friend to the bitter end —
      And she carries the cross of three.