“Where every prospect pleases, and only man is vile.”
There is a river in the range
I love to think about;
Perhaps the searching feet of change
Have never found it out.
Ah! oftentimes I used to look
Upon its banks, and long
To steal the beauty of that brook
And put it in a song.
Kendall, the Australian poet, was the grandson of Reverend Thos. Kendall, of New Zealand. He died at an early age.