He is coming! He is coming! without heralds, without cheers. <br />He is coming! He is coming! and he’s been with us for years: <br />And, if you should pause to wonder who’s the man of whom I sing— <br />’Tis the King of our Republic, and the man we shall call King. <br />No, he comes not to amuse us, and he comes not to explain, <br />With the bathos of the old things over all the land again. <br />The debatable and tangled, and the vain imagining <br />Shall be swept out of our pathway by the man that we’ll call King. <br /> <br />He is coming! He is coming! He has heard our spirit call; <br />He’ll be greatest man since Cromwell in the English nations all, <br />And he’ll take his place amongst us while the rest are wondering— <br />Shall the King of our Republic, and the man we will call King. <br /> <br />If you find him stern, unyielding, where his living task is set, <br />I have told you that a tyrant shall uplift the nation yet; <br />He will place his country’s welfare over all and everything, <br />Shall the King of our Republic, and the man that we’ll call King. <br /> <br />Yet his heart shall still be gentle with his brothers gone astray, <br />For the Great Man of Australia shall be simple in his day— <br />Modest, kindly, but unyielding, while the watching world shall ring <br />With the name of our Republic and the man that we call King.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-king-of-our-republic/
