The fathers of his humble household lie;
But by his lonely grave are sapphire streams,
And gracious woodlands, where the fire-fly gleams;
And ever comes across a silver lea
The hymn sublime of the eternal sea.

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*1* According to Mr. R. H. Major, and others, the Great Southern Land
is referred to in old Chinese records as a polar continent,
subject to the long polar nights.
*2* Marco Polo mentions a large land called by the Malays Lochac.
The northern coast was supposed to be in latitude 10 Degrees S.
*3* Mr. R. H. Major discovered a map of Terra Australis
dated A.D. 1555 and bearing the name of Le Testu, a French pilot.
Le Testu must have visited these coasts some years before
the date of the chart.
*4* The sailors of the _Duyfken_, a Dutch vessel which entered
the Gulf of Carpentaria in A.D. 1606, were attacked by the natives.
In the fray some of the whites were killed. No doubt these
unlucky adventurers were the first Europeans buried in Australia.
*5* Dirk Hartog left a tin plate, bearing his name, in Shark Bay,
Western Australia.
*6* The story of Tasman's love for Maria, the daughter of Governor Van Diemen,
was generally accepted at the time Kendall wrote; but it has since
been disproved. Maria was the wife of Antony Van Diemen,
Governor of Batavia, who had no children.--Ed.
*7* Dampier.
*8* Botany Bay.
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On that bold hill, against a broad blue stream,
Stood Arthur Phillip in a day of dream:
What time the mists of morning westward rolled,
And heaven flowered on a bay of gold!
Here, in the hour that shines and sounds afar,
Flamed first old England's banner like a star;
Here, in a time august with prayer and praise,
Was born the nation of these splendid days;
And here this land's majestic yesterday
Of immemorial silence died away.
Where are the woods that, ninety summers back,
Stood hoar with ages by the water-track?
Where are the valleys of the flashing wing,
The dim green margins and the glimmering spring?
Where now the warrior of the forest race,
His glaring war-paint and his fearless face?
The banks of April and the groves of bird,
The glades of silence and the pools unstirred,
The gleaming savage and the whistling spear,
Passed with the passing of a wild old year!
A single torrent singing by the wave