Here you will find the Poem Thomas Joseph Byrnes of poet George Essex Evans
God gave him gifts: nor gave in vain The great heart and the master-brain To dream, to battle, to attain, To storm the height. The power that all men strive to gain Was his by right. O saddest Spring in all the land! O Mystery, hard to understand? When, at the stern unknown command, With icy breath, Fate placed within his fearless hand The gift of Death! Calm be his sleep who lived to dare. Go, say a patriot slumbers there Whose brows were never bent to wear His loftiest fame, Yet wrote on Queensland?s page a rare? A fadeless name! He fought his fight: he won his goal. His name is on the battle-scroll; And, whilst beyond our weak control The tears we shed Well deep within a Nation?s soul, He is not dead.
