Australia 1894

SHE sits a queen whom none shall dare despoil,  
 Her crown the sun, her guard the vigilant sea,  
 And round her throne are gathered, stalwart, free,  
A people proud, yet stooping to the soil,  
Patient to swell her greatness with their toil,          
 And swift to leave, should dire occasion be,  
 The mine, the flock, the desk, the furrowed lea,  
And force the invader to a dark recoil.—  
Yet as she gazes o’er the plains that lie  
 Fruitful about her throne, she sighs full sore          
To see the barriers Greed has builded high,  
 Dividing them who brothers were before,  
When still they dwelt beneath a sterner sky  
 And heard the thunders of a wilder shore.