‘Tis strange on such a peaceful day <br />With white clouds flying o’er, <br />That foreign boats are in the bay <br />As prisoners of war. <br />The Harbour, where they quietly lay; <br />Smiles brightly as of yore. <br /> <br />Where never angry shot was fired <br />To alter peaceful plans; <br />Where British lumpers worked till tired <br />With Yacob and with Hans, <br />And ‘shouted’ when their work was done <br />For other ‘sailormans’. <br /> <br />And while we think of other lands <br />And what is doing there, <br />And while we think of what red hands <br />May wreak in our despair – <br />How can the Harbour be so blue, <br />And the sky above so fair?<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kerosine-bay/
