Henry Hamilton Blackham

[2] In 1851 Blackham married Elizabeth Kathleen Lynch, they had five children (Hannah, Richard, Henry, James and Desmond) and were both involved in building a local church and schoolhouse.

These olden walls, whose ruins low Are met in many a lonely ride, Deserted hearths whose fires did glow With homelight in the long ago By Ti-tree flat or gully side.

Round them the sheen of summers day Falls drearisome and desolate; Thin shadow lines of branches stray O'er waifes of childhood's broken play, Untrodden path and fallen gate.

..Here the night-zephyr, passing, wings At midnight to that she-oak nigh, Plays, harplike, on its drooping strings, And to its dreary cadence sings The wildwood's soothing lullaby.

those were days, whose bygone light Streams forth from morning's gates again: Whose happy records I could write On spotless page with golden pen: And yet, an hour of parting came- A sad farewell, a long good-bye- While but the memory of a name, The love-lights of an early flame, Are all that's left of blue Clanrye!