<h2> After All </h2>
<p>The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;<br/>
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,<br/>
though it died when the sun went down;<br/>
The river is high and the stream is strong,<br/>
and the grass is green and tall,<br/>
And I fain would think that this world of ours is a good world after all.<br/>
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The light of passion in dreamy eyes, and a page of truth well read,<br/>
The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold of the spirit I thought was dead,<br/>
A song that goes to a comrade's heart, and a tear of pride let fall —<br/>
And my soul is strong! and the world to me is a grand world after all!<br/>
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Let our enemies go by their old dull tracks,<br/>
and theirs be the fault or shame<br/>
(The man is bitter against the world who has only himself to blame);<br/>
Let the darkest side of the past be dark, and only the good recall;<br/>
For I must believe that the world, my dear, is a kind world after all.<br/>
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It well may be that I saw too plain, and it may be I was blind;<br/>
But I'll keep my face to the dawning light,<br/>
though the devil may stand behind!<br/>
Though the devil may stand behind my back, I'll not see his shadow fall,<br/>
But read the signs in the morning stars of a good world after all.<br/>
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Rest, for your eyes are weary, girl — you have driven the worst away —<br/>
The ghost of the man that I might have been is gone from my heart to-day;<br/>
We'll live for life and the best it brings till our twilight shadows fall;<br/>
My heart grows brave, and the world, my girl, is a good world after all.<br/></p>
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