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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395969" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Australia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth's mightiest isle. She stands alone.<br>The wide seas wash around Her throne,<br>Crowned by the red sun as his own. <br>This is the last of all the lands<br>Where Freedom’s fray-torn banner stands,<br>Not wrested yet from freemen’s hands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world’s gray page lies bare to-day—<br>The rise of nations—the decay.<br>Will She, too, rise—and fall as they? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She called men to Her, and they came,<br>Whose deaths have given the Desert name.<br>Their fame is written with Her fame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We toil and strive. We have our hour.<br>But She shall grow from power to power,<br>To wear the splendour of her dower. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The trust is ours—to us alone.<br>We are the strong foundation-stone,<br>The seed from which the flower is grown. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whilst a realm in fee we hold,<br>To guard the New against the Old,<br>Nor take the glitter for the gold, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What shall it profit Her if we<br>Make gold our God, and strength our plea,<br>And call wild license Liberty? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If, in our scorn of creed and king,<br>All reverence to the winds we fling,<br>And fall before a baser thing? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though in Her coming hour of pride<br>Her millions throng the Desert wide,<br>Her cities stud the water side? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What though Her sword unconquered be,<br>Her armoured navies sweep the sea,<br>If still Her people are not free? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be the wave of thought indeed<br>From New World vaunt and Old World need,<br>To manlier day and mightier deed? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be a people proved and strong—<br>True freemen of the Poet’s song<br>For whom the world has waited long?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Essex+Evans">George Essex Evans</a><div class=q>
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The wide seas wash around Her throne,
Crowned by the red sun as his own. 
This is the last of all the lands
Where Freedom’s fray-torn banner stands,
Not wrested yet from freemen’s hands. 

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