The Song Of Australia

The centuries found me to nations unknown,     My people have crowned me and made me a throne;     My royal regalia is love, truth, and light,     A girl called Australia, I've come to my right.     Though no fields of conquest grew red at my birth,     My dead were the noblest and bravest on earth;     Their strong sons are worthy to stand with the best,     My brave Overlanders ride west of the west.     My cities are seeking the clean and the right;     My Statesmen are speaking in London to-night;     The voice of my Bushmen is heard oversea;     My army and navy are coming to me.     By all my grim headlands my flag is unfurled,     My artists and singers are charming the world;     The White world shall know its young outpost with pride;     The fame of my poets goes ever more wide.     By old tow'r and steeple of nation grown grey     The name of my people is spreading to-day;     Through all the old nations my learners go forth;     My youthful inventors are startling the north.     In spite of all Asia, and safe from her yet,     Through wide Australasia my standards I'll set;     A grand world and bright world to rise in an hour,     The Wings of the White world, the Balance of Power.     Through storm, or serenely, whate'er I go through,     God grant I be queenly! God grant I be true!     To suffer in silence, and strike at a sign,     Till all the fair islands of these seas are mine.