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