Give Yourself A Show (New Years Eve)

To my fellow sinners all, who, in hope and doubt,
Through the Commonwealth to-night watch the Old Year out,
New Years Resolutions are jerry-built I know,
But I want to say to you, Give yourselves a show.

You who drink for drinkings sake, love for lust alone,
Thinking heaven is a myth and the world your own,
Dancing gaily down to hell in the devils dance,
This I have to say to you: Give your souls a chance.

You who drink because of shame that you think will last,
Or because of wrong done you, trouble in the past,
Nothing left to live for now, you will say, I know;
But you have your own self yet, give that self a show!

You who want all things on earth, money, love, and fame
Having the advantage of worldly place or name,
You who have more than you want, even than you know,
In the glorious New Year give someone else a show.

You, the mischief-makers all, who in secret glee
Love to tell the villainies of a scamp like me;
There are things hell never tell, things youll never know,
Look into your own lives first, give the man a show.

You, the politician, who, for jealousy or gold,
Or for mean ambition, sell, or see your country sold,
Pandering to the hollow crowd, toadying to the low,
For shames sake banish selfishness, give your land a show.

Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson was an Australian writer and poet. Along with Banjo Paterson, he is among the best-known Australian poets and fiction writers of the colonial period and is often called Australia's 'greatest short story writer'. His works frequently document the lives and struggles of rural and outback Australians. Lawson's own life was marked by hardship and struggles including impaired hearing and financial difficulties, which influenced his realist depictions of Australian life. Some of his notable works include 'While the Billy Boils' and 'In the Days When the World was Wide.'

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                        - TENNYSON.

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    Tho', by-the-by, abroad why will you roam?
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