Here you will find thePoemA Psalm Of Patienceof poet Joseph Furphy
O kid! with face of healthy tan, With lunch-bag, books and slate; You needn't long to be a man, Self-confident and great; For ever since the world began Each boy must spring to Nature's plan, Must worry through as best he can ? Make up your mind to Wait. O young galoot! you find it rough ? This iron hand of Fate! Your confidence is mostly bluff, And doubts preponderate ? Are you the genuine all-wool stuff? Are you a daisy or a muff? ? Patience! you'll find out soon enough, If you can only Wait. O baffled bloke! with no resource! Whose knowledge comes too late; Whose prospects change from bad to worse, Till Hope gives place to Hate! Sick of existence, and perforce Impatient for the long divorce ? You'll get your call in proper course, Take my advice, and Wait. O geezer! drawing near the test That none may obviate; Don't waste your time in fruitless quest Re man's post-mortem state. That doubt will soon be set at rest ? You'll be extinguish'd, grill'd, or blest, Or spook the world from east to west. Meanwhile, you have to Wait.
