A SWAGMAN'S PHILOSOPHY.
Whilst travelling through these southern climes,
Half swagman and half poet,
I've noticed many a score of times
(But, pshaw ! perchance all know it)
That round those spots where men reside,
You're nearly sure to notice
Mallow and nettle, side by side,
The irritant and poultice.
And so, throughout the world you find,
Wherever you may roam,
A mixture of the harsh and kind
About the spot called "Home." The sweet and bitter aye will mix
Wherever man will settle,
And he's a lucky chap who picks
Marsh-mallow and no nettle.
Charles Etienne Marie D. Mosquito Plains.