Question not, but live and labour Till yon goal be won, Helping every feeble neighbour, Seeking help from none; Life is mostly froth and bubble; Two things stand like stone, Kindness in another's trouble, Courage in your own.
Variant: Many quoters, including Bartlett's Familiar Quotations (1919), have "in our own" instead of "in your own".
He never gave me a chance to speak, And he call’d her—worse than a dog— The girl stood up with a crimson cheek, And I fell’d him there like a log.I can feel the blow on my knuckles yet— He feels it more on his brow. In a thousand years we shall all forget The things that trouble us now.
"After the Quarrel", as anthologised in The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse (1912), p. 507, no. 373
Let me slumber in the hollow where the wattle blossoms wave, With never stone or rail to fence my bed; Should the sturdy station children pull the bush flowers on my grave, I may chance to hear them romping overhead.
"The Sick Stockrider", in Bush Ballads and Galloping Rhymes (1870)