The Channel fog has lifted – <br />And see where we have come! <br />Round all the world we've drifted, <br />A hundred years from "home". <br />The fields our parents longed for – <br />Ah! we shall ne'er know how – <br />The wealth that they were wronged for <br />We'll see as strangers now! <br /> <br />The Dover cliffs have passed on – <br />In the morning light aglow – <br />That our fathers looked their last on <br />A weary time ago. <br />Now grin, and grin your bravest! <br />We need be strong to fight; <br />For you go home to picture <br />And I go home to write. <br /> <br />Hold up your head in England, <br />Tread firm on London streets; <br />We come from where the strong heart <br />Of all Australia beats! <br />Hold up your head in England <br />However poor you roam! <br />For no men are your betters <br />Who never sailed from home! <br /> <br />From a hundred years of hardships – <br />'Tis ours to tell the cost – <br />From a thousand miles of silence <br />Where London would be lost; <br />From where the glorious sunset <br />On sweeps of mulga glows – <br />Ah! we know more than England, <br />And more than Europe knows! <br /> <br />Hold up your head in London, <br />However poor you come, <br />For no man is your better <br />Who never sailed from home! <br />Our "home" and foreign fathers, <br />Where none but men dared go, <br />Have done more for the White Man <br />Than England e'er shall know! <br /> <br /><br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-bush/
