Let bygones be bygones ; what are they to me ?
My step is as free as the foam of the sea,--
Let sympathy, feeling, and friendship begone,
The happiest living is living alone
No recitals of ills that are past or to come,
Nor strife for supremacy ruffle my home--
When thus seated, prepared for my homely, lone feast,
I am king, subject, warrior, lawyer, and priest.
To the Devil with politics, churches, and law,--
For the Crown or its puppets I care not a straw,
"The world's my estate and my tenant's mankind,"
As they often acknowledge with purses well lined.
Then the mountain for me in the lonesomest wild,
Where huge rocks in disorder are fitfully piled--
There, the darkest, rude figure or gloomiest cave
Be my well furnished castle, my altar, my grave.
Adelaide, 10th Aug.; 1847. D. M. L.
Notes
From the Adelaide Newspaper The South Australian Register 21 Aug 1847 p. 2.
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