RELUCTANT Morn, whose meagre radiance lies With doubtful glimmer on the farthest hills, How long shall men, reiterant of their ills, With peevish invocation bid thee rise…
William Gay was a 19th century Australian poet and occasional teacher who had emigrated from Scotland. He was born on the 2nd May 1865 in Renfrewshire. His father, who was also called William and worked as an engraver who created patterns that would be used in the production of wallpaper, was very religious and hoped that his son would become a church minister. William jnr though had other ideas. He was a bright boy and, after attending boarding school in Alexandria he went on to study at the University of Glasgow, aided by the award of a bursary. At the earliest opportunity he took himself off to London with a hope that he would make his name as a poet but he found life hard there, and his health suffered badly. He returned to Scotland for a while and was admitted to hospital with suspected tuberculosis. Strangely, an ocean voyage was suggested as a possible cure and he found himself in New Zealand by 1885. He earned a living for the first two years as a clerk on ships travelling between the islands and Australia before illness struck him down once more. Gay recovered with the help of relatives living in Hawke”s Bay and he felt strong enough to go to Melbourne in 1888 to study at Scotch College. He hoped to go into teaching but his health would not allow it. He concentrated on writing and his first collection of poetry was published in 1894 under the title Two years later a further two volumes were released, the titles being Following his untimely death, two other collections were released. was published in 1910 and was seen the following year. Gay also wrote and published a prose essay called which was issued in 1895. In collaboration with Mary Sampson he edited The Commonwealth & the Empire which was a strong indication that he was a supporter of the new Australian federation. Another collaboration was with fellow Scottish immigrant Charles Strong who published a periodical which was initially called Our Good Words but which later became the Australian Herald. Gay submitted articles to this paper. He could best be described as a minor poet with limited appeal to the reading public. Had it not been for the generosity and help of friends and relatives, who helped with the publishing, it is possible that none of his work would have seen the light of day. His invalidity prevented him from going out and selling himself as a writer and he was extremely lucky that he was able to receive a great deal of help and support during the final months of his life. Despite this though, Gay is remembered in his adopted country’s literary history as a fine writer of sonnets and, according to some critics, they were among the best ever written by an Australian. He wrote without fear of displaying his own emotions and a fine example of this was a poignant poem, which is reproduced here: After living in various locations he settled in Bendigo around 1893 but his failing health soon caught up with him. William Gay died on the 22nd December 1897 at the young age of 32.
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I am not daunted by the show of things, Nor do I pass them with averted eyes, Feigning I do not see, nor on the wings Of fair deluding fancy lightly rise…
SHE sits a queen whom none shall dare despoil, Her crown the sun, her guard the vigilant sea, And round her throne are gathered, stalwart, free, A people proud, yet stooping to the…
HOW long, O Lord, shall this, my country, be A nation of the dead? How long shall they Who seek their own and live but for the day, My country hinder from her destiny?…
FROM all division let our land be free, For God has made her one: complete she lies Within the unbroken circle of the skies, And round her indivisible the sea…
Cauld, cauld she lies where snaws are deep And bitter blaws the muirland win', And over her grave the icy stars Are keepin' watch abune.…
And, now, a vacancy occurs, For very nearly sixteen years, In which I'd not the least desire, To strike the harp or tune the lyre.…
Dear lowly flower that liftest up Among the grass thy golden cup, I take thee from thy earthly bed And plant thee in my heart instead.…
Dark ocean walls, majestically steep, That dare the skies, that guard a solitude Of straitened sea from every tempest rude That uncontrolled molests the outer deep!…
Hail foes to oppression, and lovers of freedom! Your day has arrived, and your power you know:- This host of timeservers, I'm sure we don't need them, And we'll never support them!…
They shine upon my table there, A constellation mimic sweet, No stars in Heaven could shine more fair, Nor Earth has beauty more complete;…
Come forth, O Man, from darkness into light, Renounce the dust, break through thy sordid bars, For ever leave the crawling shapes of Night, And move erect among thy native stars:…
I love not when the oily seas Heave huge and slow beneath the sun, When decks are hot, and dead the breeze, And wits are dropping one by one.…
THE WORLD did say to me, ‘My bread thou shalt not eat, I have no place for thee In house nor field nor street.…
Alas alas! my power is gone; I thought 'twould last for ever; But now 'tis over, I must own, They've done it very clever.…
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