不只是在十字架和绞架上，被刀剑，火和洪水毁灭了世界吗?it’他们的名字是用血写的。一个女人躺在一间破屋里，小气，忧郁，喘着粗气;只有一个朋友在她身边?他的名字是死神她为了孤儿的缘故、为了钱给他们买吃的、就在凄凉的破屋里作苦工、浪费了自己的童贞。冬天、春天和夏天，每个都带来了忧虑;秋天给她带来的只是一堆白发。在遥远的幸福乡村，在烟雾缭绕的城镇之外，上帝的风不停地吹拂着;远处的灌木丛里，树木挥舞着欢乐的信号;树胶有蓝绿色的旗帜，蕨类植物有深绿色的叶子; Flower called to flower in whispers By sweet caressing names, And young gum shoots sprang upward Like woodland altar-flames; And, deep in the distant ranges, The magpie?s fluting song Roused musical, mocking echoes In the woods of Dandenong; And riders were galloping gaily With loose-held flowing reins, Through dim and shadowy gullies, Across broad, treeless plains; And winds through the Heads came wafting A breath of life from the sea, And over the blue horizon The ships sailed silently; And out of the sea at morning The sun rose, golden bright, And in crimson, and gold, and purple Sank in the sea at night; But in dreams alone she saw them, Her hours of toil between; For life to her was only A heartless dead machine. Her heart was in the graveyard Where lay her children three, Nor work nor prayer could save them, Nor tears of agony. On the lips of her last and dearest Pressing a farewell kiss, She cried aloud in her anguish? ?Can God make amends for this?? Dull, desperate, ceaseless slaving Bereft her of power to pray, And Man was careless and cruel, And God was far away. But who shall measure His mercies! His ways are in the deep; And, after a life of sorrow, He gave her His gift of sleep. Rest comes at last to the weary, And freedom to the slave; Her tired and worn-out body Sleeps well in its pauper grave. But His angel bore her soul up To that Bright Land and Fair, Where Sorrow enters never, Nor any cloud of Care. They came to a lovely valley, Agleam with asphodel, And the soul of the woman speaking Said??Here I fain would dwell!? The Angel answered gently: ?O Soul most pure and dear, O Soul most tried and truest, They dwelling is not here! ?Behold thy place appointed? Long kept, long waiting?come!? Where bloom on the hills of heaven The roses of Martyrdom!?