The pen falls from his nerveless hand,
The light is fading from his eyes,
The brain that nobly served his land
Darkens and dies.
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The gentle heart that hated wrong,
The courage that all ills withstood,
The seeing eye, the mighty song
That stirred us into Nationhood,
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A handful of workers seeking the star of a strong intent -
A handful of heroes scattered to conquer a continent -
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When first the Gods, whose Empire is eternal,
In Time’s deep chalice poured Life’s sacred wine,
Flashed all the crystal cup with fire supernal;
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IN the greyness of the dawning we have seen the pilot-star,
In the whisper of the morning we have heard the years afar.
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I stood in the heart of the city street,
I felt the throb of her pulses beat,
The thunder of life on the sunny air,
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Earth's mightiest isle. She stands alone.
The wide seas wash around Her throne,
Crowned by the red sun as his own.
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It was the middle of the drought; the ground was hot and bare,
You might search for grass with a microscope, but nary grass was there;
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Ebbs and flows the restless river
In the city street
Where the great nerve centres quiver,
Where the pulses beat.
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Now that the gods are dead—where shall we find us a god?
Myths of the Greek Olympus have sunk in the surge of Time;
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