“If not in the Garden, he had in the ark, <br />To neither the beasts’ nor the passengers’ joy. <br />Full many a boyish and monkeyish lark, <br />The sandy-complexioned, the freckle-faced boy. <br /> <br />And down through the ages he rattles the drums, <br />While armies and nations each other destroy; <br />The century goes, and the century comes <br />But he lives on forever, the freckle-faced boy. <br /> <br />All over the world are the lands of his birth; <br />And when Time and Transgression this planet destroy <br />He will come to advise the last man on earth <br />The fatherly, chummy, the freckle-faced boy.”<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jack-cornstalk-in-his-teens/
