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,
Men of all the lands Australian from the Gulf to Derwent River, From the Heads of Sydney Harbour to the waters of the West,
There’s a spirit loudly calling where the saplings dip and quiver, Where the city crowds are thronging, and the range ...
The Bombola faints in the hot Bowral tree,
Where fierce Mullengudgery's smothering fires Far from the breezes of Coolgardie Burn ghastly and blue as the day expires;
And Murriwillumba complaineth in song For the garlanded bowers of Wooll...
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DE sun stares without a cloud: Whipped by his glances truculent The earth lies quivering and cowed
My heart is hot with discontent: I hate this haggard continent
But over the loping leagues of sea A lone land calls to her childre...