Dorothea Mackellar (1 July 1885 – 14 January 1968 / Sydney)
THERE are some that go for love of a fight
And some for love of a land,
And some for a dream of the world set free
Which they barely understand.
A drearn of the world set free from Hate--
But splendidly, one and all,
Danger they drink as 'twere wine of Life
And jest as they reel and fall.
Clean aims, rare faculties, strength and youth,
They have poured them freely forth
For the sake of the sun-steeped land they left
And the far green isle in the north.
What can we do to be worthy of them,
Now hearts are breaking for pride?
Give comfort at least to the wounded men
And the kin of the man that died.
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