O Reader was it ever thine to see
A battle of the storm and hurricane,
Waged round the peaks of some huge mountain chain,
The deadly flash of Heaven's artillery,
The cannon smoke of squall-clouds luridly
Hanging about the vantage points -- the rain
Pausing, like darkness, ere it drops amain
To still the combat? Such was deigned to me
On Mount Victoria's majestic pass;
The thunder volleyed and thick smoke of cloud
Enveloped York and mounts of lesser mass,
Save when the murderous flash of lightning ploughed
A momentary passage, and the hail
Swept like a bullet shower before the gale.
First published in The Australian Town and Country Journal, 5 January 1884
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography
See also.
A battle of the storm and hurricane,
Waged round the peaks of some huge mountain chain,
The deadly flash of Heaven's artillery,
The cannon smoke of squall-clouds luridly
Hanging about the vantage points -- the rain
Pausing, like darkness, ere it drops amain
To still the combat? Such was deigned to me
On Mount Victoria's majestic pass;
The thunder volleyed and thick smoke of cloud
Enveloped York and mounts of lesser mass,
Save when the murderous flash of lightning ploughed
A momentary passage, and the hail
Swept like a bullet shower before the gale.
First published in The Australian Town and Country Journal, 5 January 1884
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography
See also.