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Walter Murdoch (1874–1970). The Oxford Book of Australasian Verse. 1918.

By Arthur Maquarie

110 . Of Glory

WHO will persuade me that one perfect song

Is not more glorious than a victor’s bays?

I know not who. I ask because the phrase

Runs lightly and the final words are strong.

But did you press me for a right or wrong,

Then would I bid you hunt for perfect lays,

And rouse the dust of dead heroic days,

And pass your judgement if you live so long.

To me it seems more worth, when all is said,

To smoke a friend’s cigar and see the moon

Lie rippling on the Arno mid the strewn

White ranks of rippling stars, to give my head

Its own good leading, to expect no boon,

To sing, and damn the world, and join the dead.