BUSH BALLADS AND RHYMES 



We know not ! — worse may enthral men — 



*' The wages of sin are death," 

 And so death pass'd upon all men ; 



For sin was born with man's breath. 

 Then the labourer spent with sinning, 



His hire with his life shall spend, 

 For it was so in the beginning, 



And shall be so in the end. 



There is life in the blacken'd ember 



While a spark is smouldering yet ; 

 In a dream, e'en now I remember 



That dream I had lief forget. 

 I had lief forget, I had e'en lief 



That dream with this doubt should die — 

 '^ If we did these things in the green leaf. 



What shall be done in the dry ? " 



