The Song of Australia
The centuries found me to nations unknown – My people have crowned me and made me a throne;
My royal regalia is love, truth, and light – A girl called Australia – I've come to my right.
Though no fields of conquest grew red at my birth,
My dead were the noblest and bravest on earth;
Their strong sons are worthy to stand with the best – My brave Overlanders ride west of the west.
My cities are seeking the clean and the right;
My Statesmen are speaking in London to-night;
The voice of my Bushmen is heard oversea;
My army and navy are coming to me.
By all my grim headlands my flag is unfurled,
My artists and singers are charming the world;
The White world shall know its young outpost with pride;
The fame of my poets goes ever more wide.
By old tow'r and steeple of nation grown grey The name of my people is spreading to-day;
Through all the old nations my learners go forth;
My youthful inventors are startling the north.
In spite of all Asia, and safe from her yet,
Through wide Australasia my standards I'll set;
A grand world and bright world to rise in an hour – The Wings of the White world, the Balance of Power.
Through storm, or serenely – whate'er I go through – God grant I be queenly!
God grant I be true!
To suffer in silence, and strike at a sign,
Till all the fair islands of these seas are mine.
Henry Lawson
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