PRIDE, selfishness in every line, <br />And on its face a frown, <br />It stands, a sceptre in its hand, <br />And points forever down. <br />And who will kneel? The unemployed! <br />Small homage pay, I ween, <br />The only men who gather ’neath <br />The Statue of our Queen. <br /> <br />I’d scarcely wonder if the sun, <br />That rises with good grace, <br />Should sink and leave the day undone <br />At sight of such a face. <br />But no! The day will still have birth <br />In all its golden sheen, <br />When antiquarians unearth <br />The Statue of our Queen. <br /> <br />Then if you’d have us loyal bide <br />As we have loyal been, <br />Great Parkes! for love of England, hide <br />The Statue of our Queen.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-statue-of-our-queen/
