And now a son has come again <br />To keep the peace or strike the blow, <br />And have a long, great, glorious reign, <br />Through calm or tempest, weal or woe. <br />And strange things set me wondering – <br />As man and youth, we knew him here, <br />The one the only British King, <br />To see his Southern Hemisphere. <br /> <br />‘Midst pealing bells and cannons’ din <br />The countless thousands cheer and strive <br />To catch one glance of their new King <br />And queenly Mary, his fair bride; <br />‘Til on their knees, within the Fane, <br />The Royal couple meekly kneel, <br />The Great God’s clemency to claim, <br />And pray Him for their people’s weal. <br /> <br />And so I see, in vision clear, <br />The long reign of this noble line, <br />How on and on, from year to year <br />The star of peace shall brighter shine, <br />How men and nations, without fear <br />Shall hope and labour, strive and sing: <br />“The day of liberty is here! <br />The King is Dead! Long Live the King”<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-king-ii/
