<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Opening Hymn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Sung at the Opening of the Queensland National Society's Exhibition,<br>1876.]<br>While nations joining gifts<br>Their fanes of Art adorn,<br>Hear, Lord, the lowly voice that lifts<br>The song of the youngest-born.<br>The gifts of the youngest-born,<br>We spread them forth to Thee,—<br>What toil hath wrought, what skill hath taught,<br>What Freedom hath brought the free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No storied name we vaunt,<br>Nor martial trophies raise;<br>No battle-riven banners flaunt<br>The triumphs of other days.<br>But triumphs of peaceful days<br>Adorn our jubilee:<br>Here toil and skill Thine ends fulfil,<br>With hands that from blood are free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We pile the arms of Peace,<br>Her trophies manifold,<br>Her ploughshare swords, her shields of fleece,<br>Her armour of bloodless gold.<br>Our treasures of fleece and gold<br>We consecrate to Thee,<br>With choicest yield of fruitful field,<br>And spoil from the forest-tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We bless Thee for our land,<br>Broad streams and gladdening rills,<br>For flocks that roam on ev'ry hand,<br>For herds on a thousand hills.<br>From all its thousand hills<br>Our land doth call to Thee,<br>Still do Thou bless with happiness<br>This youngest of the free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Brunton+Stephens">James Brunton Stephens</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415724" data-title="Opening Hymn de James Brunton Stephens" data-description="[Sung at the Opening of the Queensland National Society's Exhibition, 1876.] While nations joining gifts Their fanes of Art adorn, Hear, Lord, the lowly voice that lifts The song of the youngest-born. The gifts of the youngest-born, We spread them..."></div> </div> </div>

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