原版英文小说Leaves From Australian Forests
To her who, cast with me in trying days, Stood in the place of health and power and praise;- Who, when I thought all light was out, became A lamp of hope that put my fears to shame;- Who faced for love\'s sole sake the life austere That waits upon the man of letters here;- Who, unawares, her deep affection showed, By many a touching little wifely mode;- Whose spirit, self-denying, dear, divine, Its sorrows hid, so it might lessen mine, - To her, my bright, best friend, I dedicate This book of songs.