I would go out to-night into God's garden
Could I the locust-eaten years redeem.
So strange it is, and difficult to pardon,
The gulf between the dreamer and the dream.
'Tis long since I have found Him when high dome
And spire out-leap the house-encumbered hill,
But when night veils the grape blue hills of home
At close of day I think he walks there still.
First published in The Brisbane Courier, 9 November 1929
