It has been suggested that, in some of its aspects, the present depression is a blessing in disguise for Australia, since it may teach us that it is only by effort and service that a country or an individual may achieve a measurable degree of comfort and security.
Today I met a man by chance; And he was old and passing wise; And shrewd content and tolerance Shone clearly in his kind old eyes. A strange thing: for he'd been, in truth, A wild lad in his reckless youth. I looked at him in some amaze. "You wonder at this change," said he, "Who knew me in the olden days For irresponsibility? But I've to thank a kindly fate That schooled me ere it was too late. "Black ruin for one year I knew; One year I spent in grieving vain; Then battled for another two A self-reliant soul to gain. And those dark years I thank alone For all I am and all I own." He laughed again with youthful zest. "Oh, men are fortunate, forsooth, Who meet the struggle and the test, And triumph in their sturdy youth. For their salvation such is planned; And, as with men, so with a land."
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