Poem: Archibald's Monument by Henry Lawson

Doubtless the Old Chief chats to-night
With writers and artist who passed from sight
To a sanctum lit by as clear a light
   As the light of that Other Day;
With lovable humbugs, all too fond
Of the shorter cut to the land beyond --
With Marcus Clarke and "The Vagabond",
   With Daley and Harold Grey,
   "The Dipso" and Harold Grey.

No tear is needed, nor funeral frown.
Empty your glasses in bush and town
To a polished glass on th ebar turned down
   And be, as we are, content.
The songs we sang to a land unsung
As yet, and taught by his guiding tongue,
The lines we wrote when our hearts were young,
   Are Archibald's Monument.

First published in The Bulletin, 18 September 1919

Note: you can read other entries about J.F. Archibald here.

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