Epilogue. (Half-A-Dozen Ballads About Australia) Poem by Martin Farquhar Tupper

I.
Friend, one last word before we part,-
One kindly word from heart to heart:
Where'er to distant climes you roam,
To seek and find a happy home,
Remember, at the ends of Earth,
The dear Old Country of your birth!
Plead for her welfare in your pray'rs,
And bid your children call her theirs;
Tell them the stories of her fame,
Teach them to love old England's name,
And count it honour, as you can,
In being still - an Englishman!

II.
Further: the Book that made us great
Our bulwark-book for Church and State,-
The Blessed Bible - that must be
The Word to make and keep you free!
Cherish it well; let no false priest
Poison the spiritual feast,
Nor add, nor take away, one page
Of that well chartered heritage;
So shall you prosper, and take root
Where Providence will fix your foot,
And rear, wherever you may roam,
An honest, English Christian Home.