My Country, though rude yet, and wild, be thy nature, <br />This alone our proud love should beget and command: <br />There's noon in thy broad breast for Manhood's full stature, <br />And honest Endeavour's a lord in the land. <br /> <br />And though much of thy bounty, by aliens in feeling <br />Has been made upon heads the least worthy to fall, <br />Their reign is nigh past, and the wrong is fast healing, <br />And they wide arms encircle a home for us all. <br /> <br />And though pygmies high placed in our councils yet fool us, <br />In our woods there's a Giant upgrowing the while - <br />The Spirit of Liberty destined to rule us, <br />And cheer on the world from the great Austral Isle!<br /><br />Charles Harpur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-mind-8/
