HIS lot how glorious whom the must shall name <br />Her first high-priest in this bright southern clime! <br />Aglow with light from her aspiring flame, <br />Catching the raptures of her Grecian prime, <br />Lifting these later days to heights sublime, <br />So shall he walk the glorious path of fame; <br />He boldly quarryeth from nature’s frame <br />The sculptured marble of his lofty thyme <br />Enbreathed with beauty; o’er his splendid page <br />Shall glow his country-women’s lustrous eyes, <br />And many a future hero’s noble rage <br />His flame shall kindle; all the brave and wise, <br />Breathing his influence from age to age, <br />Shall sound his glory to his native skies. <br /> <br /><br /><br />Charles Harpur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/australia-s-first-great-poet/
