Frank Dalby Davison
Frank Dalby Davison, also known as F.D. Davison and Freddie Davison, was an Australian novelist and short story writer. Whilst several of his works demonstrated his progressive political philosophy, he is best known as "a writer of animal stories and a sensitive interpreter of Australian bush life in the tradition of Henry Lawson, Joseph Furphy and Vance Palmer." His most popular works were two novels, Man-shy and Dusty, and his short stories.
Davison was born in Hawthorn, Victoria, and christened as Frederick Douglas Davison. His father was Frederick Davison, a printer, publisher, editor, journalist and writer of fiction; and his mother was Amelia, née ... more »
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Frank Dalby Davison Poems
COMETH a voice:—‘My children, hear; From the crowded street and the close-packed mart I call you back with my message clear, Back to my lap and my loving heart.
With Deaths' Prophetic Ear
Lay my rifle here beside me, set my Bible on my breast, For a moment let the warning bugles cease; As the century is closing I am going to my rest, Lord, lettest Thou Thy servant go in peace.
The children of the Mist
Through the valleys, softly creeping ‘Mid the tree-tops, tempest-tossed, see the cloud-forms seeking, peeping
The Old Pioneers
Tthese old friends of ours! Sixty years back, Bearded and booted, they followed the track, Came like their Saxon forefathers of old,
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COMETH a voice:—‘My children, hear;
From the crowded street and the close-packed mart
I call you back with my message clear,
Back to my lap and my loving heart.
Long have ye left me, journeying on
By range and river and grassy plain,
To the teeming towns where the rest have gone—
Come back, come back to my arms again.
‘So shall ye lose the foolish needs
That gnaw your souls; and my touch shall serve
To heal the ills that the city breeds,
The pallid cheek and the fretted nerve.
Treading the turf ...