These are songs of the Friends I neglected-
And the Foes, too, in part;
These are songs that were mostly rejected-
And songs from my heart.
Yours truly,
HENRY LAWSON. Sydney, 19/9/'10.
by Herman Melville
On Salem's surface undermined,
Lo, present alley, lane or wynd
Obscure, which pilgrims seldom gain
Or tread, who wonted guides retain.
Humble the pilots native there:
Following humbly need ye fare: