Albert J. Wood - The Message of the Emu

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The Message of the Emu River

WHERE the Emu flows singing
Its way to the sea,
My fancy goes winging
All lightsome and free;
And I see the brown water
Sweep on in its hauteur
Old Ocean's fair daughter
In sweet minstrelsy.

It was born of a fountain
That sparkles and flashes,
Adown the grey mountains,
'Where wild thunder crashes;
To trip a light measure
Where bush dryads treasure
The things of their pleasure,
As seaward it dashes.

Soft maidenhair's clinging
'Mid myrtle and ferns;
The bright stream goes swinging
Bound musk-scented turns;
And still it goes swooping,
Its joyous course keeping,
Where trout now are leaping,
Resistance it spurns.

It slips down the ridges,
Past bush blossoms rare;
It sweeps through the bridges
With freedom from care;
Till, done with its prancing,
Its gleaming and glancing,
To the sea it goes dancing
Past Burnie so fair.

And as it sweeps seaward
Past town lights a-quiver,
This message floats me-ward,
Intoned by the river:
"Take Burnie this greeting:
Depression is fleeting,
If hearts still are beating
With ceaseless endeavor."

"My watchword's 'Progression,'
A word that brings fame.
I laugh at depression,
And still 'play the game.'
I am still the same river,
I flow on forever,
Discouraged I'm never.
Be, Burnie, the same."

ALBERT J. WOOD.1