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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Future of Australia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing us the Land of the Southern Sea,<br>The land we have called our own;<br>Tell us what harvest there shall be<br>From the seed that we have sown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We love the legends of olden days,<br>The songs of the wind and wave;<br>And border ballads and minstrel lays,<br>And the poems Shakespeare gave,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fireside carols and battle rhymes,<br>And romaunt of the knightly ring;<br>And the chant with hint of cathedral chimes,<br>Of him “made blind to sing.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tears they tell of our brethren wept,<br>Their praise is our fathers' fame;<br>They sing of the seas our navies swept,<br>Of the shrines that lent us flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the Past is past, with all its pride,<br>And its ways are not our ways.<br>We watch the flow of a fresher tide<br>And the dawn of newer days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing us the Isle of the Southern Sea,<br>The land we have called our own;<br>Tell us what harvest there shall be<br>From the seed that we have sown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see the Child we are tending now<br>To a queenly stature grown;<br>The jewels of empire on her brow,<br>And the purple round her thrown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She feeds her household plenteously<br>From the granaries we have filled;<br>Her vintage is gathered in with glee<br>From the fields our toil has tilled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Old World's outcast starvelings feast,<br>Ungrudged, on her corn and wine;<br>The gleaners are welcome, from west and east,<br>Where her autumn sickles shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She clothes her people in silk and wool,<br>Whose warp and whose woof we spun;<br>And sons and daughters are hers to rule;<br>And of slaves, she has not one!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are herds of hers on a thousand hills!<br>There are fleecy flocks untold?<br>No foreign conquest her coffer fills,<br>She has streams whose sands are gold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She shall not scramble for falling crowns,<br>No theft her soul shall soil,<br>So rich in rivers, so dowered with downs,<br>She shall have no need of spoil!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But if, wronged or menaced, she shall stand<br>Where the battle-surges swell,<br>Be a sword from Heaven in her swarthy hand<br>Like the sword of La Pucelle!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If there be ever so base a foe<br>As to speak of a time-cleansed stain,<br>To say, “She was cradled long ago,<br>'Mid clank of the convict's chain.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ask, as the taunt in his teeth is hurled,<br>“What lineage sprang SHE from<br>Who was Empress, once, of the Pagan World<br>And the Queen of Christendom?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the toilsome years of her youth are o'er,<br>And her children round her throng;<br>They shall learn from her of the sage's lore,<br>And her lips shall teach them song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then of those in the dust who dwell,<br>May there kindly mention be,<br>When the birds that build in the branches tell<br>Of the planting of the tree</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Hannay+Foott">Mary Hannay Foott</a><div class=q>
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The land we have called our own;
Tell us what harvest there shall be
From the seed that we have sown.

We love the legends of olden days,
The songs of the wind and wave;
And border ballads and minstrel lays,
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